Ghika the goat, this years resident at the beach bar. He loves to eat towels.
Refugees. Still coming over from the close by shores of Turkey in their hundreds of thousands. They eventually get to northern Greece and the borders of Scopje, Croatia, Bulgaria , where they are not welcome any more even though they just want to pass through.
This is a transfer of population which is going to change the stability, cultures of europe. Four million asylum seekers are expected. As some one recently pointed out to me, that is the population of New Zealand.
Greek schools opened with a lack of 13,000 teachers. 270 did not open at all because no teachers had been posted to them. One of our primary schools is trying to teach with two teachers missing and the intermediate has three teachers less than needed. It will be mid October before new teachers are appointed.
Elections this Sunday. Whatever government is formed they will have to carry out European austerity measures.
Second-year memorial service for my brother-in-law at the Poros Monastery. No-one was happy when my sister-in-law Dina announced this service would take place in the monastery church. The monk, Loukas, is very strict and is always giving lectures on the correct dress for women and the inferiority of infidels like me. However, we were lucky. He was away for the weekend and his place was taken by an extremely friendly black priest from the nearby town of Methana.
Also I saw that the notice on the door of the church has been changed. Women wearing 'men's clothes' used not be allowed inside the church at all. Now they may enter but will be refused communion. I still stood outside the door for the service. There is not a very friendly feeling up there.
Dina made a big tray of funeral wheat which was bagged and shared out by my youngest granddaughters. I made a 'fanouropita' which is a raisin cake made without eggs, milk or butter and it was darn good. After the service we 'retire' to the monastery's 'social' room where some of us make the small cups of greek coffee, others (women of course) share out the koliva (wheat with sugar, cinnamon, raisins and almonds) and I cut up and plated the cake. We all had coffee and mastiha (which is a sticky liqeuer), cake and cinnamon biscuits. Usually we then listen to a lecture from Loukas the monk. This time we just cleared up and went down to the little coffee bar below under the spreading chestnut tree for a freddo cappuccino.