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From Rodavgi to Faneromeni on Mount Xerovouni

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Mount Xirovouni Xerovouni is a striking limestone mountain, rising to an altitude of around 1,614 meters, that forms part of the rugged Pindus range and dominates the horizon between Arta , Preveza , and Ioannina . Its majestic terrain is carved in the signature patterns of karstic limestone, a defining element of Epirus . Despite its raw beauty, Xerovouni is well accessible, just a scenic drive from Arta and not far from the Ionian coast of Preveza . Somewhere here, embraced by terraced hills and scattered pines, lies Rodavgi , crowned by the Church of Agia Paraskevi . And farther along this same highland arc rests Faneromeni , a quieter village echoing its own sacred heartbeat Rodavgi Village Perched at an altitude of nearly 750 meters on the eastern slopes of mount Xerovouni , Rodavgi is a picturesque mountain village in the Arta regional unit, home to just under 400 permanent residents but buzzing with life in the summer months. Its name literally “rosy dawn”  sets the t...

A September Stroll Through Arta

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It was a warm September afternoon in 2024, and  Arta ’s quiet charm wrapped around me like a comforting embrace. The town moves at its own pace, where time feels slow and tranquil. Sitting with a cold frappe in hand, I admired the famous Bridge of Arta , which has stood here since the 17th century. Its smooth, stone arches mirrored on the calm river below, creating a scene of unmatched serenity. This bridge is not just a feat of engineering; it’s a miracle of architecture. Legend has it that its construction was so difficult, it required the ultimate sacrifice - only after the master mason’s wife was buried within the foundations did the bridge finally stand. The bridge is unique in its design: long and thin, its form feels impossibly graceful for something so old and enduring, a true testament to Greek ingenuity. After finishing my drink, I wandered toward the castle , its towering walls beckoning. The air was still, and my footsteps echoed as I entered through the gates. The aban...