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.
The green door at the top of these steps leads to the house of an aging english actress. One of many ex-pats owning houses here
This small road is very very steep and there is a sharp right turn just in front of that open window. I would hate to live in that house. Any trouble with your brakes and you'd end up in their kitchen sink
On the right is a small white church. Chapel maybe is a better description. The lane is too narrow for cars but motorbikes scoot down here easily
This is a short cut from the church to the harbour, pedestrians only. Not for high heels though.
Steps, steps everywhere
Steps to carry your shopping up, and everything else for the house
Steps to carry your rubbish down
No wonder all the old ladies have bent legs and sore knees
They are all very fit though and clamber up steps like mountain goats leaving me puffing and sweating behind. I have to stop every few yards and 'admire the view'.
You can never get lost. There is always the sea sparkling at the end of the alley way. However, if you're looking for that white house with blue shutters where your friend is staying then you might be in trouble!
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.