Monday, 30 April 2012

"Z" is for Zontania

This is a lovely post to finish with, Zontania has such a lovely meaning.
It is an expression for 'love of life' in Greek.  It's a life philosophy if you will, about learning to live life to the full: through food, passion, love - because life's too short.

I've enjoyed this Challenge immensely.  I've made some new bloggosphere friends, found some fantastic blogs and hope that I've whetted your appetites to come and visit this passionate, friendly and , above all, hospitable land.

Until next year, Yasas!

Sunday, 29 April 2012

Crete & Andros

I've been a busy girl this month, participating in the A-Z Blogging Challenge.  Tomorrow's the last post, stay tuned!

The Challenge has kept me tied up, therefore not posting about other things.  So now's my opportunity for a catch up:

Recently it was Easter. I was lucky enough to visit 2 islands: Crete & Andros.


Crete

Walks along the beach to the headland
Caught the overnight ferry (MUCH better way to travel, so civilised) and arrived early morning into Iraklion.  Was met by the gentle natured guesthouse owner, Giorgos and driven to the nearby fishing village of Agia Pelagia.  Here I spent a pleasant 4 days doing, well, nothing really!  I mean in the sense that I would wake up, walk along the beach to the headland, walk the opposite direction to the church in the countryside and on my last night, had a lovely fish meal cooked for me and another German guest by Giorgos's mother. 

Ag. Pelagia Church - located in the middle of nowhere!


I had to fly back due to a ferry strike, but read about that altogether rather pleasant experience here.

Dioskouroi Guesthouse - Agia Pelagia, Crete
I stayed at Guesthouse Dioskouroi - they have a Facebook page.





















Andros

The 2nd largest island in the Cycladic chain, I was kindly invited to spend Orthodox Easter there with a friend and her extended family.  Taking a short ferry ride from Rafina (another smaller port on the outskirts of Athens), we arrived on this windy island on Orthodox Good Friday.  We stayed in a beautiful stone cottage in the middle of NOWHERE!  The views were incredible...the whole stay was peaceful, enough lamb and food was consumed to sate everybody on Easter Sunday and all in all, despite Andros's reputation for being a destination for rich ship owners, I can confirm there are parts that enable you to get away and maybe not see anyone for days (except a goat and sheep or two).

How lucky, to have great weather and gorgeous islands so close. 
Absolutely beautiful place to stay

See what I mean about being located in the middle of nowhere?!







Saturday, 28 April 2012

"Y" is for Yanni

Yanni, my lovely hairdresser
I've been waiting for over 2 weeks to write this particular post!  I've been looking forward to it.

OK, Yanni in Greek means John.  So "Y" is for Yanni - as in my father who I love very much, but also my hairdresser.
My hairdresser is the loveliest man you'll ever meet.  They say finding good hairdressers are like finding a good gynaecologist: you want that person for life as they have the most intimate relationship, outside of a relationship, if that makes sense (clear as mud for you??)

Yanni is always smiling, despite any internal angst or the fact his dog chewed and broke his mobile phone (as was the case today.  He was showing me the phone, explaining to me with a big smile on his face).  I wrote a post about him here (amongst other little idiosyncrasies). 
He comes up with beautiful pieces of advice - my favourite:
"Don't wait for others to give back to you, you'll be waiting a long time.  Give with all your heart, and be happy."  He sure does.

Even if I'm not having my hair done, I'll pop around the corner and sit and eat pizza with him and the girls in the shop, let him play with my hair and keep my mobile phone out of the way of Ira, his very affectionate stray dog he's adopted and who also thinks the world of Yanni, after he saved her from a life of misery on the streets.

"Y" is also "Yasu!", an informal greeting similar to "Hi!" or "Yasas!" which you would use to a group of people, or if you were referring to an elderly person (it's polite).  It's also said when leaving a person.

So thanks, Yanni, for being a little ray of sunshine, for giving so much to others and for being a great hairstylist.

Yasas!!

Friday, 27 April 2012

"X" is for EXitement

Wow this part of the blogging challenge is difficult!  Trying to find a post to write about "X" left me stumped!  So I hope you'll excuse me if you think this post isn't as good as any previous ones.

I decided to make "X" as in eXitement, for me-about living and working in a foreign country.  Yes, I am European and yes, I am only a 3 hour flight away from 'home' (actually, I don't know what I refer to as home now!) but the difference in mentality, way of living life, weather (of course) and even the approach to coffee drinking and food has left me with a warm, fuzzy feeling.

For example, food is considered a part of life and therefore a meal can take anything up to three hours: people chatting, eating, chatting some more, arguing good naturedly, chatting (did I mention chatting?).  None of this "eat to survive" or "eat on the hoof (move)" malarkey we seem to have adopted in the UK or the States.

And coffee's - as explained, you can quite happily sit and nurse one coffee for about 3 hours - you're not pressured to leave the table, it's all 'siga siga.'  In short, life is enjoyed here.

The Greek attitude to life


And then there's the occasional eXitement like the odd riot or two - but these are rare and I live pretty centrally and as I don't own a TV, I only ever hear about the 'riots' when someone telephones or emails me from abroad asking me if I'm "alright?"  "Of course I'm alright!" I reply indignantly.  "Why?"
To which I am informed that there's something going on, which is happening almost at the top of my street and to be honest, I've not heard a thing.

So, don't believe all you read and remember, living in a foreign culture brings about eXitement!

Thursday, 26 April 2012

"W" is for No "W" in the Greek alphabet

The Greek alphabet, consisting of 24 letters and is thought to have come about in the 8th or 9th Century BC.
Greek symbols are also used in computer programming.  You see?  We have a lot to 'thank' the Greeks for.










I could write a whole long post about the Greek Alphabet, but as there is no 'W', I'll let you look at the alphabet table below and research yourself.  Suffice to say, I've been in Greece 3.5 years and you'll often find me at the back of the trolley or bus, muttering away to myself out loud when I see signs on shops, etc., trying to pronounce the words.  I'm getting there, albeit slowly!
Greek Alphabet
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_alphabet







Wednesday, 25 April 2012

"V" is for Vintage Athens











This is one post I’ve been dying to write since I came across this delightful find over 2 weeks ago.



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I’ve been reliably told that Athens has a great Vintage scene.   I have noted this as I’ve gone about my day and observed the dress sense around me.  Travelling to work one day, I happened to note a vintage shop in my vicinity.  The next day I made a special trip there and met the lovely owner, Anna Papadopoulou who gave me a guided tour.

Anna with the clothes she sells




The shop (pictured) has been in operation since 1968, although in its current location for one year.  In the 1950’s, the area of Patission and Platia Amerikis used to be very affluent, with artists and actors living in the area.  Hence various actors and singers used to grace the shop with their presence, looking for different styles of outfits. 

Most of the clothes Anna goes and sources from Paris, yet the jewellery she makes herself, supporting local Greek merchants. 






Look through my selection of delightful pictures and discover more about this particular shop – and for more on Vintage Athens, click here for Belle Epoque, Athens.

For more information about Anna's shop, look here.



 



Tuesday, 24 April 2012

"U" is for Ulysses


Not the book by James Joyce, but Ulysses is the Latin name for Odysseus, the King of Ithaca, a small Ionian island near Kefalonia.  His claim to fame is the length of time (10 years) it took him to return home to Ithaca after the 10 year Trojan War.   Hence the poem “Odyssey.”



Because Odysseus is taking such a long time to return home, his wife Penelope is having trouble fending off potential suitors. 

Odysseus & Calypso
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Why is it taking her husband so long to return?  Well, seven years were spent in captivity on the island of Ogygia, where Calypso keeps making advances on him, which he gallantly refuses (wow – a man spurning advances from a woman???).  Eventually Calypso lets him go, after the God Hermes instructs here that “Enough is enough.”  She helps him build a raft, gives him food, water and clothing and off he goes.  But the God Poseidon doesn’t like this, thus wrecks the raft.  Odysseus swims to shore and finds himself on the island of Scherie, home of the Phaeacians.  Here he recounts his story of the Trojan War to them.

Odysseus on Scherie
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The Phaeacians are skilled mariners and return Odysseus safely to Ithaca in the dead of night.  Instead of returning straight to Penelope, he disguises himself as a beggar (remember she’s got all these suitors bothering her?). He arrives at the palace where a servant cleans him up, but this servant recognises Odysseus because of a huge hunting scar on him.  He swears the servant to secrecy. 

The next day, there is an archery competition (arranged by the Goddess Athena) for the Suitors to partake in for Penelope’s hand.  Odysseus also takes part.  The bow used is Odysseus’s original bow and therefore obviously he performs the best (stringing it and shooting the arrow through a dozen axe heads).   Once he’s won this, he turns the bow on the Suitors and kills them all, plus hangs 12 household maids who had betrayed Penelope, had sex with the Suitors or both.  Other people in Ithaca who dared to betray Odysseus are also slain and Ithaca is returned to its rightful rulers once more. 

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Lesson?  If your other half goes missing for 10 years or more, there's probably a damn good explanation for it, so give him/her a chance.

Monday, 23 April 2012

"T" is for Tavli








If you’ve been regularly following this blog, you’ll see the theme is all things Greek, despite being called “Leaving Cairo…”.  Click here to understand why.

I think you’ll understand that I love this country, feel very passionate about her and get defensive on her behalf, despite the fact I’m English.

Tavli board
So!  Onto today’s post: One of the ongoing threads running through my posts has been about the love of culture and how much I love the Greek way of life.  One of these loves is the tradition of playing Tavli.  “What’s Tavli?” I hear you ask.  It’s Greek Backgammon and contrary to popular belief, it’s not just played by old men sitting in the kafenio’s twiddling their worry beads.  Young people play it too whilst sipping a cold frappe or hot cappuccino, or an ouzo.  I love watching young people do this: it for SURE beats the hell out of watching someone drink themselves into a stupor.  WHAT a nice, sociable way to pass the time.  Seems we can learn a lot from the Greeks.





Young Greeks enjoying a coffee








and playing Tavli

Saturday, 21 April 2012

"S" is for Skopelos

I wrote a post here about this "Mamma Mia" Greek island in the Western Aegean sea.  Do check it out, it has a lot of lovely, pretty pictures with information about how to get there as well as where to stay.  It's a beautiful place, quieter than neighbouring Skiathos and on a par with Alonissos, another beautiful island.

I wanted to write an "S" post about Social Reform and had composed a whole missive about the issues surrounding Greece and what's happening here: wages lowered to ridiculous amounts, huge defense budget spending, but you know what?  I would rather focus on the beautiful, not the ugly.  So, here is a selection of photos from this beautiful island, where "Mamma Mia" was filmed. 

Enjoy!




"Mamma Mia" wedding church scene









Friday, 20 April 2012

"R" is Riot Dog


Riot Dog has become an Athens Institution.  You’ll no doubt have seen negative press about Athens on your news, and witnessed people rioting (*sigh* I stress once again, it is NOT a daily occurrence here – view my "I" entry.).  Still, it can happen and when it does, Riot Dog can always been seen and seems to be respected by the rioters.

There were actually 2 Riot Dogs in Athens: Kanellos (meaning “Cinnamon” in Greek) and Loukaniko (“Sausage” in Greek).  Since 2008, both dogs were present in any riot taking place – although Kanellos passed away in 2008.  Apparently he developed arthritis and an Athenian college student donated money to allow him to live with a ‘doggy’ wheelchair inside until he drifted peacefully away.

Loukaniko is still going strong though and has a popular journalistic following – hell, he’s even got his own Facebook Page!

Asleep in the stairwell of McDonalds - after
a successful day's rioting?
McDonalds in Syntagma Square turn a blind eye to Loukaniko sleeping in the stairwell, as you can see from my pic (I popped in for a quick cheeseburger – not an every day occurrence, living amongst delicious Greek food!)

 Here, in pictures with a great soundtrack, is a video & tribute to Riot Dog by my good friend at Athens Living.  Enjoy it and turn it up LOUD! And for more info, just Google “Riot Dog” - there’s WAY too many for me to list here.



Long Live Loukaniko!

Thursday, 19 April 2012

"Q" is for Quality of Life


My very first post for this Challenge was about Athens and why I choose to live here, not just Athens, but Greece.  You see, as my "I" post indicated, Greece has been receiving a lot of negative press.  Yes, Greece has been going through really bad times, but you know what?  The quality of life here still rivals that of Northern Europe. 

Talking to my Greek friends, we all realise that people still talk to each other on public transport, young people are still polite to the elderly and the elderly aren’t afraid of young people.  Athens is a busy city, but it’s NOT rush rush rush, not in comparison to London.  I can STILL exit my apartment and be greeted with a ‘Kali Mera!’ by strangers.

Food – this is a major difference in Greece too.  It’s a way of life, not just a means to sate the appetite.  A meal can take anything from 3 – 4 hours, even at a friend’s house (be prepared for a long evening, even if just popping by for pasta).  And the restaurants are not in a hurry to turf you out once you’ve finished.

This applies to coffee drinking too.  People in the UK who are ignorant of such issues often comment to me “Well no WONDER the Greeks are bankrupt if they spend all their money on coffees!”  Check out the Comments section to my post about coffee culture in Greece (and I will write another post about this soon).  You’ll see really useful feedback as to how we spend about 3 hours over one coffee, thus not actually spending a lot of money (notice how I refer to myself as ‘we’ – I am truly embracing myself as a Greek, albeit an adopted one).  Also, what would you rather see: Greeks sitting around chatting merrily over coffee, or Brits and Germans staggering around, drunk as anything and spoiling for a fight?


In Greece they know how to LIVE life…without having to get drunk to let go.  In spite of (or maybe because of?) her difficulties, it serves to bind a nation and people always make do…Greece has been through hell in the past and has survived.  There is almost a fatalistic attitude to life which I find I fit into quite nicely – so I think I’ll stay for the time being thanks.  I’ve learnt to take one day at a time, to talk to my neighbours (and strangers), to acknowledge that old lady sitting next to me on the bus or trolley – oh, and to love the fact it’s sunny 90% of the year.  Where would you rather be?  In your rigid way of life, 9-5 job?  No thanks – not for me…I’m happiest teaching and writing in the sun, with people around who look out for me.

Wednesday, 18 April 2012

"P" is for Paros



Source:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Greece_location_map.svg
Greece has many beautiful islands – not least Paros.  When I first returned to Greece in 2010, I went to this island for a short break before starting my new job.  One of the Cycladic chain of islands in the Aegean, it takes about 5 hours by ferry from Piraeus, via Naxos.  This post is not going to be an historical account of Paros, nor will I write too much about it except to say that the Windmill, as seen on arrival in the port of Parikia is traditional around the Cycladic islands.  This time I prefer to show you all in pictures how beautiful this island is.



So, look and enjoy!





































Tuesday, 17 April 2012

"O" is for Oedipus




A previous post talked about Eros and all the problems he had with looking so beautiful.  It also addressed issues surrounding his mother with his girlfriend, later to be wife, Psyche.  As I mentioned in that post – there are issues surrounding Greek mothers and their sons.  The feedback I received indicates to me that people might be interested to know more (who hasn’t had problems with their mother-in-laws??) So I decided to briefly explore Oedipus with you, in order to hopefully shed some light onto this phenomenon:

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Laius & Jocasta were King & Queen of Thebes (a region in Greece, not far from where I spent my first year actually – see this post).  Jocasta took a long time to bear children, so Laius went to consult the Oracle of Delphi (the picture on the front page of my blog).  He was told that if the Queen bore a son, the son would kill him.

Source:  http://shows.vtheatre.net/oedipus/creon.html


Guess what?  Jocasta eventually gave birth to a son, so Laius bound his ankles (nice!) so he couldn’t learn to crawl, gave him to a servant & instructed him to leave the boy in the mountains to die. 

Taking pity on the boy, the servant passed him onto a shepherd to be looked after and to cut a long story short, the boy was eventually brought up by Polybus & Merope –King & Queen of Corinth.  They named him “Oedipus” because of the swelling due to the injuries on his ankles: “oedema” means “swelling”

Eventually learning that these people weren’t his real parents, Oedipus goes in search of them – encounters his real father on the road (neither knows who one another are), get into some silly fight about who has right of way and Oedipus kills Laius (in self defense), non the wiser that he’s killed his father – just some silly old man who insisted it was his right of way on the mountain path.

Now the people of Thebes have no King, when Oedipus arrives they offer the Queen Jocasta as a gift to Oedipus – they marry and bear 4 children together (I don’t know if the incest affected them, sorry!)

Well, the town of Thebes suddenly begins to suffer from lack of crops, infertility in women and all manner of problems…the Oracle at Delphi informs them that the murderer of Laius all those years ago must be found, killed or exiled as this is the source of their problems.

Source:http://tolucantimes.info/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/T10-14-ENT-Oedipus-the-Tyrant-1.jpg
Yet more revelations come about and in the end, Jocasta comes to understand that Oedipus DIDN’T die in the wilderness, in fact he lived and in fact, she’s MARRIED TO HER SON!  Well, in her disgust off she goes and hangs herself.  Oedipus, meanwhile, also finds out about his past through the grapevine of servants and off he trots to find his wife/mother – sees she’s hanged herself and in one version of the story, takes a brooch from her gown and stabs his eyes out.  Other versions say that Laius’s servant blinded him…either way, he went blind.


How does this relate to mothers and their sons?  Well, Freud coined the term “Oedipus Complex” to explain the unconscious desire all boys have for their mothers and the unconscious thought to kill their fathers for exclusivity to their mothers.  He also says that Oedipus KNEW Laius was his father when he killed him.

I’m sorry, but personally I think Freud’s a bit sex obsessed and maybe needed therapy himself – and was actually a DANGEROUS PERSON to be a psychologist.    It would also suggest that it’s the BOYS who’re the problem, not the mothers (because in the story, as soon as Jocasta found out, she killed herself).  I still maintain, however, that the relationships between Greek mothers and their sons borders in SOME cases on the unhealthy.



Comments?




Monday, 16 April 2012

N is for NineLives Greece



Hello & welcome back to the third week of our Challenge!

As you know, I write about goings on in Greece so today’s post is about charity work in Greece.  Those that are regular followers of my blog will have read about Socrates and Traki & Sissy.  These cats were ‘rescue’ cats, literally rescued off the streets of Athens  by NineLives Greece and given to me to foster/look after and give love and food to until they were completely recovered.  All had been neutered/spade, treated by the vets and I have the lovely task of nurturing these kind souls until a full time home has been found for them.  I would LOVE to adopt one one day when I’m sure about my future plans – but for now I’ll make do with fostering and in this sense, getting to meet some loving characters and making a small difference to their lives.

Read my interview with Cordelia, one of the Society’s founders who works tirelessly for this cause here.

A selection of my gorgeous furry friends:
Socrates - gentle giant

Traki (black) and Sissy (tabby)








                                                                                                              

Saturday, 14 April 2012

"M" is for Meteora




*****Updated with pictures now*****

Ancient rock formations of Meteora

Kalo Pascha!  (Happy Easter!)

Meteora is in Central Greece and a UNESCO protected World Heritage site.  I went there at Orthodox Easter 2009 and didn’t regret not going to an island instead.

You see, as the pictures will show, Meteora has pinnacles of rocks and caves, formed approximately 60 million years ago.  From the 9th Century,  hermit monks used to live in cave dugouts in these rocks.

 Later, these beautiful monasteries’ were built – a total of 20 by the beginning of the 14th Century.  Access to them was deliberately difficult (due to threats of invasion) and only via very long ladders and/or rope bridges.


Today only 6 monasteries stand:



The Holy Monastery of Great Meteoron – the largest of the 6


The Holy Monastery of Varlaam

The Holy Monastery of Rousanou

The Holy Monastery of St. Nicholas Anapausas


The Holy Monastery of St. Stephen – damaged by the Nazis in WWII and now taken over, rebuilt and inhabited by Nuns


The Monastery of the Holy Trinity – location for the 1981 filming of the James Bond  “For Your Eyes Only”


Going into any monastery, if you are a woman you must keep your shoulders covered and also be wearing a skirt.  Ironically, if you are wearing trousers or jeans, you must STILL wear one of the little wrap around skirts they give you upon entry – but if you come wearing a short, short skirt, that’s ok!

Anyway, who am I to question?  I just know I had a lovely time there that Easter, stayed in a very reasonably priced place in Kalampaka, the place where Meteora is located (30 Euros a night so between 2 people, very good!) and the 3.5 hour train journey from Athens was both comfortable and scenic.

 I hope you’ll put Meteora down on your “To Do” list when you come to this country.
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