It was a sight I’d seen many times before. This one
had chosen the quiet solitude of a mountain top overlooking Souda Bay. The ruin
of it was beautiful. The bare stone had traces of white; scraps of flesh over
bone. In youth, the building would have been handsome; the home of some
romantic Adonis who had seen the view and knew his young wife would love it
too. Now, tendrils of ivy twisted and seeped into cracks to pull the walls back
to the earth.
The ceiling had fallen, the walls left at varying
heights and the remains of a stone archway folded itself wearily over what once
would have been the entrance to a courtyard. There was enough of a structure to
see what the home would have once looked like. Images of Greek houses lining
the bay below allowed me to fill in the gaps. Sky blue domes, wooden shutters,
pottery urns filled with petals and climbing vines, a smooth, unblemished skin
of white. We all saw the potential it had; we all heard the call of a retreat
in the making; we all stopped and took a moment to dream. But the cats lay
claim to it now as they rubbed their dusty bodies along the rough stones and
sat atop the highest points to glare down at us in regal pride. As though
sensing our ambitious visions of transformation, they had appeared from nowhere
in droves, as though born from the crevices themselves, and as we left more
came until the grounds of the ruin, inside and out, were crawling with pads and
concealed claws.
As our coach dismounted the mountain, winding around
the snaking roads that hugged the cliffs, we passed an old woman, spine bent
and feet shuffling, making her way to the top. Like so many others, she wore black
from head to toe and carried in her hands a clutch of flowers. She was a woman
on a pilgrimage, and as we passed her slowly I wondered at her destination. Was
she climbing to lay her flowers at the foot of the tired archway? To shoo away
the cats and sit a while in her long ago castle? To remember the hands of her
husband as they had built and sculpted her precious wedding gift? We watched
her painful journey until the next bend stole us away.