In Kalamata everything begins here.

#Travelinglikeinheaven Part 1

Everything begins here in Kalamata. It is located on the 37th latitude, just like Miami. You may know the Karelia tobacco factory and the olive oil. But you may not know the airport, the dusty roads, and the beach next to the road. The ruins of houses with cracks and collapsed roofs still remind us of the 1986 earthquake.

Cafes with tavli players, taverns with travelers and thirsty people. The traffic of the chaotic serenity of southern drivers.

I continue driving to the south of Messenia, the western finger of the Peloponnese. A first stop in Koroni. Steep, narrow streets, shops with all sorts of stuff for boat owners, the scent of bakeries, and a few cafes in the shade of the trees. Many motifs invite you to take photos and stay awhile.

The restaurants line up at the harbor, but I quickly escape to a small square and then a coffeeNes.