We woke up in Sparta and ate breakfast, then headed west to the ancient Byzantine town of Mystras. We arrived, parked, got water (with Theresa continually advising us to save our old bottles to refill) and bought tickets. The first think that struck me was the upitude of the place. We started down and saw a few non-descript intact, yet barren, churches. We came to the end of the of that lower portion and reached the Peribleptos Church, with actual frescoes inside. I snapped a flashless picture and we headed up. There was a convent about ⅓ of the way up, at which Theresa, Dad, and Mom covered up and Mom bought a cloth thing from a nun. We stopped in at a similar-looking church and kept on going up.
We rested near the church of St. Nicholas and kept on going up—without, apparently, Theresa and Greg. We looked at the also similar church of St. Sofia. Then Mom and Dad looked for Theresa and Greg for a bit while I sat in the shade. Upon finding them, everyone but me decided to climb all the way to the top to see the Castro—the castle at the top. Greg was kind enough to leave me the GBA:SP and Golden Sun: Star of the Galaxies, which I enjoyed. They climbed down maybe 10 or 15 minutes later, slightly disappointed. We marched down, piled in the car, and entered Sparta for lunch.
