When I began this travel blog just weeks ago, I was under the absurd impression that my self-appointed “writing nooks” would fall into only one of three categories: 1.)Doable, 2.)Doable but d—n too expensive and 3.)No way in hell my mind could make it there.
Oh, what a simpleton, I was.
In this week alone, categories and sub-categories of nooks have sprung like dandelions from my fertile (though sadly uterus-less) soul. No worries, though. I will weed them out before they are introduced to you. That said, what should be Writing Nook #3 will now become my First Writing Nook Dare.
(For a rather long-winded though enjoyable explanation of what makes a property “daring” to my eccentric make-up, please see yesterday’s post “Guts Required Here.”)
Only certain establishments will fall into this adventurous and/or challenging category. (I am rather cowardly at times and will not put on center stage a nook I would not book, so the pickings become slim and narrow.)
So, without further jawing, please enjoy this rarity…
Holiday Rental in Monemvasia, Greece
Tucked into the medieval island fortress of Monemvasia, a man by the name of George Kissamitakis rents a magnificent “writing nook.” While there are forty-four square meters of kitchen, dining, bedroom and bath inside, the real treat is the spectacular terrace. Brilliant views of the sea under unvarnished Mediterranean skies await the lucky guest who lingers here for a few nights… a few weeks…a few months… well, you get the picture.
View: The terrace is the true gem here. I have no idea if there are views of any kind from the windows of the kitchen or bedroom… and neither do I care.
Quirkiness of Place: Google Monemvasia. Go ahead, do it. I’ll happily wait… There. If that is not the quintessential image of historical quirkiness, I don’t know what is.
Guts are Required, Why?: First off, the interior space is small. With no soaring windows to break the tee-tiny-ness, I fear cabin fever (i.e. claustrophobia nonsense) might kick in if the weather does not allow outside play.
Secondly, the bathroom. Mouse-sized, requiring scampering through the night to reach. Shouldn’t be a problem, but this is me, Miss Panicky-Pants.
The thirdly is the renting a set of rooms in an occupied house. Mr. Kissamatikas lives there and while I’m sure he’s a fine man (whom I’ve read nothing but glowing accounts of) a single woman with nerves of cracked bone china might be a little wary at first at moving in with a stranger… just saying. While I would do it, a small amount of guts are required.
Evirons Exploreability: You’ve got the entirety of Monemvasia to explore on foot, history meeting you at every narrow turn.
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As always, comments are welcome!
Until our next writing nook…