My Weekend

Last weekend I went again to the village, Katafygí. Every time I go there, I feel like I escape from everything. The air is fresher, the sounds are different, and life feels slower. I woke up in the morning and instead of traffic or noise, I heard birds, wind, and the calm of the mountains. Just this change is enough to clear my head.

Katafygí always gives me that sense of peace. Walking through the small stone streets, seeing the old houses, and greeting familiar people reminds me that life doesn’t have to be complicated. Drinking my coffee outside, under the trees, becomes more special there than any fancy place in the city. Sometimes it’s these small moments that make me realize what really matters.

But this weekend was also different. I decided to visit Mount Olympus and go to the waterfalls at Agioi Kori. I had heard about them before, but being there is something else. The path to reach them already makes you feel you are entering a hidden world. Trees all around, the sound of running water, the smell of pine. Every step made me feel lighter, like I was leaving behind the weight of the week.

And then I saw them. The waterfalls. Water falling down the rocks into clear pool, shining under the sun. For a while I didn’t speak, I just stood there watching. It’s hard to explain the feeling, but it was like time stopped. The sound of the water was strong, but also calming. It covered every thought in my head, and I felt empty in the best possible way.

I sat down and put my feet in the water. It was freezing cold, but that shock was almost magical. It felt like all the tiredness left my body immediately. Around me there were some other people, but still the place felt untouched, secret, like a gift from nature that not many know.

As I get older, I find myself enjoying the simple things more — a nice view, a walk in the forest, and relaxing with friends while reminiscing.