Akira: This is Sparta

I think, if I were to return here, I would like to spend my time in Sparta.

We stopped yesterday lunch in the city of Sparta and, of course, it was totally different than the barbarianism portrayed in the mass media. I'm not much of a movie buff but I do know the general details of 300 and how they're probably as accurate as saying Sparta was founded by a bowl of pudding. Nonetheless, ancient Spartans are known for their physical prowess and violence. I've gleaned that much from my studies.

But it seems those days are mostly behind the Spartans. Though I didn't have the opportunity to speak with any locals, but the town itself seemed peaceful and quaint. The streets were open and mostly free of cars. The few drivers were still insane but much easier to dodge. The shops were clean, with bight windows and open terraces, most filled with inviting patio sets. Their buildings weren't as dilapidated as Athens--their sides clean of black rot--nor their colors as muted. The fat oranges on the trees lining the streets smiled against neon signage.

I liked it. It was quiet. No horns. No screams. No one seemed to hurry. The atmosphere was clean. The oppressiveness of cramped buildings and decaying plaster was gone. I felt no malice or ill-will. Sparta was serene and enjoyable. Their history may be steeped in blood, by the current state of the town is nothing short of calming.

I'd love to go back. I would happily make that destination my main focus the next time I come to Greece. Sparta is my sort of place.