Just drive straight, they said.
Take the national road all the way there.
Bear right at the tolls, they said, and head for Lamia.
On your own, you will know
When to veer off the national road
To navigate byways to the port.
You may surprise some by speaking their language,
And later sample a local beer as the sun dips
While its ebbing light casts shadows
On the waves lapping the sea wall.
Perhaps the balcony of a clean, spare room
Will afford a view of the sea,
Islands resting quietly on the still evening surface,
A cool breeze gently lifting the pages of your unread book.
Your sleep will be deep,
Washing clean your travel stains with dreams
Of tomorrow, when you abandon the road to Lamia
And head to sea.