It's 8 am and you're 20 years old. As you take a sip of unbelievably strong, hot coffee maybe ill-advised before a day in the blazing Grecian sun you pull on your long pants to protect you from the thorns that rip bare legs apart, lace up your hiking boots, and pack your bag for a day of archaeological exploration on the Mani Peninsula.
On May 26, after three weeks of exploring your 0.5 km2 survey area, the hour-long drive from your hotel up and down switchbacks to your work site is now familiar to you. Though you know where you're heading for the day, what you don't know is what you'll uncover as you dig into the past.
Much less do you expect to discover a phenomenon that you hadn't imagined even possible.
