Daily life on a greek island through the eyes of a local-alien, still 'foreign' even after more than 40 years residence. This 'foreigner' is a local-KIWI-alien so there is a New Zealand flavour to my writing. Photo above is the tranquil view from Pukehina Beach, Bay of Plenty, New Zealand.
Yes, another name day 14th September The Feast of the Holy Cross - Timios Stavros in greek Name day for men named Stavros and women named Stavroula It is also a day of fasting. The tradition on this day is to eat fried salt cod with garlic sauce.
This little church is on a hillock in the middle of nowhere. This morning we passed by, hoping to stop and light a candle on our return. There were dozens and dozens of cars parked outside for the early morning service. When we did return in the middle of the day there was just the fire truck parked beside the church and two firemen seated at a small table under the trees
Inside the church the icon of the Cross had been decorated with basil. It is a tradition today to take a bunch of basil to church, have it blessed and take it to home to bless the house with its aroma.
Basil was growing over the patch of ground where St Helen, according to legend, found the Holy Cross, in Jerusalen in 328AD.
If, like us, you didn't bring your own bunch there was a pile of blessed basil underneath the icon
We hung our bunch in the front of the car and had a safe journey home
The church of the Holy Cross at the end of Poros harbour. Once upon a time the old slaughter house was right behind it and the sea full of sharks feeding off the blood and guts.
Nowadays it is a favourite site for fishing and the sea is clean enough to swim in, off the rocks.
I write. I create. I observe and record my life, after 40 years, in Greece. I love to create either with my handy craft, cooking or writing. Freeform always. Keep it simple, keep the interest, make it useful. I write about my garden sometimes, my grandchildren and the different culture and traditions. My New Zealand up bringing was so different from this way of life that I do truly feel like an alien at times. Greece is home but so is my kiwi 'homeland'. I am a citizen of both and an alien in both.