Today and Yesterday

 Summer heat is continuing still.

The crowds have thinned slightly, nerves aren't so ragged but it aint over yet.

Yes, it's the fa-mouse Poppi

We leave for our holiday on the 18th and she leaves for her school on the 28th so we won't be able to 'engage' her services again until Xmas. We have only seen Poppi in passing this summer so it was wonderful to have her full-on personality and athletic strength for a few hours.  She has spent all summer as a Life-Guard at one of the pools, working long hours

But we have hardly seen any of the family this summer.  Everyone is working long hours.  

I had a list for the girl.  A 'Nana-list'.  

First  job was hauling all the heavier summer chairs, umbrella and tables out to the back verandah, storing and covering them.  Then she cleared a space so we could lay out the big living room carpet and wash it.  It has never been so clean in all it's life.  She got the pressure hose out and got the top dirt off then scrubbed it down with a hard brush.  

Then out into the garden to trim the bougainvillia to an inch of it's life.  That darn thing, and the roses, have been tearing my thin skin to shreds.  This is a white bougainvillia and it doesn't start blooming till the end of September.  It should have shot up again and be full of white blooms by the time we return. 

We trimmed a few pots which have suddenly gone brown and dry.  I can't understand why.  The thyme and oregano and the lavender have lasted years but all of a sudden have started dying out.  They all got the 'bum's rush' as my father used to say.  I'll replace them in October with new plants.

She filled up the car boot with garden rubbish and a few old chairs, hoorah!  Then was on her way, on her motorbike, wearing a helmet, to deliver  bowls of  food I made for the busy family.  Pastitsio and bifteki with potatoes this week.

Pastitsio - a sort of greek lasagna

Bifteki - rissoles, hamburgers, big meatballs, you get the gist

Thank you Poppi Mou

Here she is again

Our Diva!  She rode in on her motorbike while I was visiting her Mother in the expensive bottle store.  I move very warily in there.  Some of the bottles of wine are hundreds of euros and the vodka and whisky are up to almost 1,000

Horrors

Instant tzakiki.  Just add water

You don't even need to buy any yoghurt or peel a cucumber

I visited her Mums shop to say a huge 'thank you' to Danae and her sister Elli.  I had  my hair cut and coloured.  When I went to pay Voula, our favourite hairdresser, she said 'oh you don't owe anything, your girls paid in advance'.  I was truly overcome, had a wee sniffy moment.  How nice

And D gave me this classey back pack

Now I can hold my head up amongst the retired Rear Admiral's wives and the widows of Naval Commanders when we are at the Naval Resort.

Actually I don't think these particular females mix with the hoi polloi.  They have little bungalows at the far end of the bay, right on the water with private beaches and shaded sun loungers.

But the rest can be a bit cliquey.  They arrange to holiday at the same time, wander along the waterline in groups showing off their saggy brown bodies and play Biriba (rummy) at night on their balconies

Yesterday started off with a bang.  The sound of me taking a flying leap along the floor and ending up under the table 2 metres away.

Poor K was woken up by a strangled scream.  He says it's the fastest he's managed to get out of bed in years.

I slipped, tripped, almost made it but went down at the last moment banging my head on the edge of the big heavy dining table.

Fortunately nothing was broken and although rather shaken I managed to get up with a little help.  I had a bloody cheek and have a few bruises but that's all

I went down to get some arnica to put on the wound and Nektaria at the Pharmacy applied some antiseptic cream.  All is well but K is watching me like a hawk in case something else happens.  It won't!!

The orange bougainvillia which grows around the front of the chemist shop.  The colour is amazing and it blooms all summer

The day before all this I was at Galatas visiting inlaws

K had the car serviced so we are all ready for a trip across country

A visit to our old neighbourhood

I had to photo this beautiful bougainvillia in full bloom and the classic blue and white island house

That's it for now folks

 

Darn Comments

 That should read 'Darn Blogger' . I wrote 4 comments this morning on various blogs and couldn't publish any of them.  Then I saw Tigger had the same problem and then 2 others. And I can't reply to the comments on my own blog, if they appear. 

Is Blogger coming to an end and they're trying politely to give us the hint..... Give up and get out. 

I know my posts aren't turning up on everyone's Reading lists when I publish.  That doesn't worry me. I write anyway because I like to.  But not being able to comment, when I want to, is annoying and breaks up this community.

Hope they sort themselves out. I'm not giving up yet

Shovel or Squash?

 Peas squashed on the back of a fork or just shovelled in ?

It's always peas used in the example. You'd think it was difficult to eat peas balancing them on the back of a fork. It's not. You squash them

I eat both ways.  The other day, at a souvlaki shop of all places, I found myself using my knife and fork in the 'correct' English manner to eat my gyro and chips.  K opposite was 'shovelling' in the European manner

Tines up or down? 

. 

Or do you just use your fingers? 

Fingers are quite OK here to eat chips or 

As the Greek saying goes

'Fish, chicken and women should be managed with your hands' 

Disposable

Responsible people no longer use disposable, one-use 'anything'.  I rarely use plastic bags, except for rubbish and I buy a roll of them, mostly.   The back seat of the car is strewn with canvas and heavy duty shopping bags.  Some plastic items though are a necessity.

Plastic straws.  I do not like paper straws or  metal 'washable' straws.  They sound very unhygenic and I don't want to drink my iced coffee through metal or paper

Paper straws were banned in Greece a few years ago, by order of the EU, and we couldn't even buy them in the supermarket.  They were very unpopular and plastic straws have slowly re-appeared.  

In Greece coffee, especially the iced kind, is savoured for hours.  One glass of coffee lasts through many changes of conversational topics and table companions.  Paper straws went nasty and soggy very quickly.  Not sustainable

 I have a cupboard full of plastic bowls, tupperware, but mainly the cheaper version.  They all lose their lids sooner or later.  Lids I presume go to the same place single socks disappear to.  Into the great unknown, abducted by aliens. 

I also have a supply of these handy one-use metal bowls with their cardboard lids, lids which go into the rubbish along with containers.  I have them in several sizes and they're very handy for giving away traditional sweets and treats as is the custom here at Easter, Xmas, name days, and local fiestas.

I  have a drawer of plastic throw-away cups and plates too, but we rarely use them, prefer China and real glass. We have a dishwasher, the plastic plates remain in the drawer

 

And my latest 'disposable' acquisition

A cheap watch from one of the Online Chinese Giants

I've got a box of watches, good watches.  They all need batteries.  The battery is replaced and then the strap breaks and then they need new batteries again.  So I decided to buy a cheap plastic watch online.  I love it .  4 euros.  3 months later it's still working, keeping good time.  I'm going to get them in a few different colours.  If it stops working I'll just throw it away and buy another one.  A new watch is cheaper than new batteries and I can colour co-ordinate with my outfits.

Miracle Cake

 27th August The day of the Fiesta of Orthodox Saint Fanourios. Agios Fanourios

He is the finder of all things lost, from your purse to your peace of mind

There's a special cake, that's made for him, no eggs, no milk, no butter.  It's  a cake made to say thanks.  A cake which must be shared around with friends, strangers, neighbours and family. We have been given squares of this cake many times by acquaintances we hardly know, following the tradition. Neighbours have knocked on our door sharing it around the neighbourhood. 

I made the cake on his fiesta this year to say thanks on behalf of my daughter who had lost her purse, keys, cards, the lot.  All you have to do is pledge the cake and he opens your eyes, or in this case your ears.  2 minutes after promising to make a fanouropitta her phone rang, her  daughter had her purse. 

Then she offered some pieces to our friend Birgit whose husband couldn't find his watch.  It wasn't long before they found that too, under the bed, where they'd looked before of course

Many people would scoff, I probably did too, back then.  But Fanourios has proved his ability to guide our eyes straight to that lost object over and over again.  No one in our family scoffs. We believe. 

My fanouropitta 

K made a cut-out of a cross and it turned out very nicely

Daughter Danae didn't have time to bake so, as the one who made the promise, she bought the ingredients. I made the fanouropitta

Last year, niece Julie, who was here buying Poros Olive oil for the NZ market, lost the key to her hotel room. She had looked in her bag and along the road. As she'd been visiting us at the house I searched the car and the house. No key.  Then I thought, Agios Fanourios!  I promised to bake a cake if he showed me the key.  I kid you not, I went over to a chest of drawers by the door, where I had already looked, picked up a book and there was the key underneath it! 

Then there was my Greek ID card last year.  I had been searching for it for weeks.  I hadn't told anyone.  Didn't want someone to think I might be 'losing it' , and I don't mean the card.  I'd had a tight feeling in my stomach for days.  Finally that little light bulb lit up and I prayed fervently to Agios Fanourios.  Please, please, just one more miracle.  You guessed it.  The card turned up, almost immediately,  where I had put it weeks ago after filling out an official form.  I phoned the girls and told them with huge relief and an even bigger smile 'Yes, he did it again!'.

The story is that you bake the cake, hand it around, and those who eat it say a prayer for the mother of the saint, asking for her salvation.  Apparently she was a sinner, not a very nice person.   I don't think the church supports that tale but it seems a special way of saying 'thank you'.  A prayer for St Fanourios' Mum and  thanks to the saint himself.

He also will give you guidance, show a way forward and a solution to a problem.

The cake, or pitta as it's called, is made with either 7 or 9 ingredients.

    I usually use 7

Mix in a bowl

- 1 3/4 cups of orange juice (400 grams)

- 1 1/2 cups of sugar (300 grams)

- 3/4 cup of oil (180 grams)  Olive oil, sunflower oil, soy oil, whatever oil you've got or a mix of them

- 100 grams of raisins

- 1 heaped teaspoon cinnamon (kanella)

1/4 teaspoon of cloves (or sometimes I use a teaspoon of ginger instead)

Finally add

- 4 cups (500 grams) of Self Raising flour

Stir it all together.  Pour into a baking dish.  I line mine with baking paper because I hate washing baking dishes.

Say a little prayer

Bake at 170o C for 50 minutes in a normal oven or

170o C for 40 minutes on air, which is what I do.

When cool sift over icing sugar, cut into pieces and hand it around

A more modern version can be made with chocolate chips (not milk chocolate) 

And a lot of people add chopped walnuts

August Days on a Greek Island

 Cicadas

Their chorus is not nearly as loud, deafening even, as it has been in other years.  They started later in the season.  Instead of quietening at sundown they chirp on till almost an hour after dusk.  Then the crickets chime in and the odd ferret or 2 screaming into the night.

Hot coffee

Most summers I drink hot filter coffee till the end of June and then change to iced nescafe.  This summer has been much cooler and I'm still drinking hot coffee in the morning.  What's left in the pot is put into the fridge and I enjoy an iced filter coffee late in the afternoon

 Heatwave-s

A summer in Greece is never without it's heatwaves but they have been fewer and are not prolonged.  We're just going into the next one now and the heat will continue into the first days of September.  We have not suffered like the rest of Europe

Ants, flies and frogs 

The ants have been noticeable in their abscence.  Tiny ones have just started appearing in the kitchen but they're not aggressively hoarding every crumb for their winter supplies  

No flies at all and fewer wasps.  The garden is full of frogs which hop out when I water.  The small lizards, salamders, are not so prolific.  We used to hear them in our bedroom at night, making soft sounds in the silence.

22 August - the 1st memorial,  8 days after the Dormition ('sleeping') of the Virgin Mary

The Fiesta of the little blue and white church on the heart shaped island at the approach to the harbour

2  water taxis took the congregation out to the island for the evening and morning services

The yearly piano concert amongst the ruins of the Temple to Sea God Poseidon.  It was free but we didn't attend.  We went the first year, many years ago, and found the endless tinkling of piano music to be rather boring.  These are students from some European academy, polished and professional but the performance seems endless when you're sitting on white plastic chairs in a warm olive grove

Someone really doesn't like us

First someone stole Ks helmet from his motorbike 

and now

Our car was parked outside the house, as usual, way up here in the wop-wops, not in anybody's way,  but someone put a long deep scratch along the passenger side.  I know we didn't do it (no, not me!) because it was pristine the day before when I put the sunscreen on the front and checked the doors were locked.

Was it keyed or was it hit?

It looks as though a white vehicle was using that empty patch of land to turn and scraped along our car.  There's also scratching low along the front, where their bumper hit ours.  Normally we would be immediately aware of the noise and come running out but it must have happened during the hottest hours when we had doors and windows closed and the aircon running.

Needless to say we are damned annoyed and can do nothing about it.  I have a special paint repair kit which I used for another scrape.  It doesn't magically make the scratches disappear but at least they are not so noticeable.  A pox on the perpetrators.

I have my suspicions. If you don't see it happen you can't place the blame.  

Still........ 

The last pic of the day

Our grapes have turned into dried bunches of raisins on the vine

We have 2 vines, one gets a lot of water as it has flowers around the trunk.  The other gets no water because it's too far from the hose.  Both have the same bunches of raisins so it's not because of my watering system

Its almost September!  Just lovely .

Still hot, the island is still heaving with visitors but the end is nigh.  Schools open on the 11th and they'll all have to go home.

Smile girl smile!!

Cruising the Med

 We finally managed to make a date with Jan, to cruise on the good ship Socrates and meet at Fotini's taverna beside the sea on the opposite shore. Captain, and son-in-law, Kyriakos and the Socrates do this trip 5 times a day all during August.   But, some trips were cancelled because of high winds and rough seas, then the Socrates was out of action for a couple of days because of mechanical trouble.  Then there was the heat.  Cruising and dining, just moving, during a heatwave is not pleasant. 

I hadn't seen Jan for a month or so.  First because of a couple of  heatwaves and 2nd because she's awfully busy looking after stray animals and humans.  

This cruise and meeting at Fotini's taverna has become a summer tradition

Kyriakos jumping for joy at seeing his inlaws

Readying the water taxi for his mother-in-law

He pulled that boat right into the dock and kept it absolutely steady till I managed to clamber up through the entrance way,  and step safely down.  He wouldn't have dared otherwise!! 

Sailing along the waterfront

 I really enjoy this mini cruise every year

Out of the harbour and into open water

Thank goodness the sea is smooth

Those are the ruins of a Venetian castle on the island.  Underneath are far more ancient ruins. No-one is allowed to land because the older ruins have yet to be excavated

Called a submarine this strange little open vessel, the Nemo, is actually a glass bottom boat

It carries about 10 people on a trip around the coast staring at the sea bottom 

First stop Plaka beach

Cheek to jowl today

Jan and I

First thing we do, after the air kisses, is a goodies swap.  Jan had books for me and some bedding for Danae.  In return she got more books from me, some cheese pies and a jar of chutney and jam.  

We both go home happy

Jan and K

Last year. I didn't take many photos there this year

There it is, the picturesque blue and white taverna beside the sea

It's a very basic  seaside taverna. Small wooden tables, hard rush bottom chairs and a paper tablecloth. You'll find cold beer and wine, bread, Greek salad, fried potatoes, cheese and if you ask they'll fry you some kalamari (squid) and small fish.  Which is what we ordered. 

Kyriakos got us safely back to Poros 

Till next year