by Cat Mann
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The rest of our trip passed quickly. Ari and I basked in the sun on the beaches near Cape Sounion. We spent a morning at the Central Market. We walked to the top of Mount Lycabettus and back. We toured the museum in Mycenae. We spent a great, lazy day in Hydra.
Ari and I decided to make a hike up Mount Olympus to the Skolio summit. We arrived in the city of Litochoro, also known as The City of the Gods, in the early morning. There was a kind of vibe in the air, a certain kind of electricity. The sky was bright blue and brilliant without a cloud in sight, creating a magnificent background for the Mytikas peak. The higher we climbed, the more at peace I felt. However, with my growing calmness, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, there was a buzzing in my veins, coursing through my body, pushing me higher.
“Do you feel it?” Ari asked, as he took hold of my arm, he rubbed his fingers across the goose bumps that had appeared there.
I nodded and gazed at him curiously. “I do… It’s a bit strange.”
“I don’t think the feeling is strange at all, Ava, this is our home after all. The mountain is just calling out to us, welcoming us back. Mount Olympus is in our blood.”
“It is. I can feel that.”