April has come and here we are on the next stage of our journey. We are travelling to Greece, where Western theatre was born more than two thousand years ago, to present our devised work on the Greek tragedy Prometheus Bound at the International Youth Festival of Ancient Drama in Ancient Messene.
A week before, we were devising our performance in a lower ground floor studio in grey and cold London. But now we were in Greece. Clear, deep blue skies welcomed us, and the wild mountain of Taygetus and the town of Kalamata greeted us through the plane window. As we stepped off the plane, the sun was rising over the mountains and shining on our travel-worn faces, while the blossoming spring surrounded us and provoked our senses.
We arrived to be welcomed by cheerful Greek people (perhaps descendants of Xenios Zeus!), who immediately reminded us of the essence of Greek hospitality. They taxied us in their cars from the airport to our hotel in Messini. The first treat given to us was a bag full of Greek products: honey, olive oil and traditional pastries. After strolling around the quiet narrow streets of new Messini, we went into a small Greek tavern for our lunch. Traditional Greek food and salads were served along with local wine and tasty starters. We were so grateful for such a treat. Words can't do it justice.