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Monday, 29 July 2019

Summer Celebrations in July


July  and August are the months for summer celebrations.  Performances of ancient greek plays at the Epidavros theatre, over 2,000 years old, art festivals, church fiestas with days and nights of prayer, dancing and feasting, classical piano music under the full moon, concerts on the beach, dancing on the waterfront, marching bands.  Not all of these happen on the island but Poros has its fair share of summer festivities.

As you might have suspected there are also a number of name days to celebrate.  Name days are the celebration of your name on the day of fiesta of the Saint you are named after.

7 July  Agia (female saint) Kyriaki
There is a church on the nearby island of Angistri decicated to this saint-ess.  K's father was born here so he has many distant relatives.  We have never actually been to this fiesta but were there one year on the eve of the celebration when they were covering the road with a sweet smelling shrub called 'smyrta'.   

17 July Agia Marina, protector of small children

20 July Prophet Elias  (Elijah)
His churches are always built on the top of hills 

23 July Agia Pelagia
A small church in a village nearby with a jolly priest.  There are eats and beer after the service

24 July  Saint Boris
Holy equal of the apostles, a popular Russian saint
We don't have a church dedicated to him around here but I thought you'd all want to know when to send your Boris sticky cakes and flowers and wish him 'Many long years'
On the day of Boris's election in the UK turks were rejoicing and celebrating him as one of their own.  One of his grandfathers was from Turkey.  They expect a good deal from the UK with a turk as PM

All these saints have churches near us and services on the eve of the saints fiesta and another on the actual morning

The nearest church to us is dedicated to Agia Paraskevi whose name day is 0n 26 July




Agia Paraskevi
know for healing ailments of the eyes



First leave a few cents, light a candle, one for yourself and a candle for others dead or alive whom you think should be remembered by the saint.
You then move a few steps, cross yourself 3 times and kiss her icon.  I skip the icon bit


A very small church so the majority of worshippers sit or stand outside.  We went early and found a bench along the wall.  An hour and a half of feet shuffling is too much for me though you can move around and chat with friends if you want to


On the table with the white cloth are piles of holy bread waiting to be blessed.  There are always 5 loaves of the sweet bread representing the 5 loaves and fishes and one of the loaves will have 5 candles stuck in it which will be lit later by the priest or his helper


The icon of St Paraskevi is paraded around the outside of the church


The loaves are incensed and blessed and then taken away to be cut  into large pieces and handed out to the crowd


27 July Agios (male saint) Panteleimonas
There is a little church on the hills opposite above the village of Galatas.  My s in law used to arrange the service there as she had a farm just above the church.  I can remember taking part one year, rising at dawn to transport the priest, candles, holy oil, coffee and sweet rusks up the mountain.

Amen for July

Saturday, 27 July 2019

Dancing in July

Summer dance show

Two incredibly talented Poros people Christos and his wife Maria teach dancing to the children and adults of Poros and Christos is our grandchildren's rowing coach as well.  They deserve a medal for the dance presentations they choreograph and produce, for their excellent work with the young girls, and the number of young boys they managed to rope in.

This show included greek, waltz, tango, mambo, charleston, jazz, modern dance and much more



The show about to begin in the outdoor amphitheatre
Soon it was standing room only



Grandaughter Poppi leads the pack




Nels posing lonely as a cloud, but not for long
Her partner is Christos, their dance teacher



Orientale
Wibble wobble
wibble wobble
jelly on the plate


And the grande finle, some of Poros's best greek dancers
This is Zorba's dance which gets faster and faster until you wonder how they continue. Maria, the dance teacher is on the right in the white top



My hand was aching so I had a rest.  Here are the last few minutes

They got a standing ovation!

Tuesday, 23 July 2019

Going Home

At the end of this street are a large area of antiquities.  Piraeus was an important harbour and city in eons gone by.  There are ancient ruins railed off all over the city, as there are all over the country.





Piraeus Port Authority
51% owned by COSCO, China Ocean Shipping Company as you can see the sign is written in 3 languages 

There was huge resistance to COSCO's takeover of the port but it intends to invest $700 million to build a shopping mall, floating ship repair dock, luxury hotel and a new passenger cruise terminal.  It all sounds good, will bring money hopefully not only to the chinese but also the greeks.  We want investment and prosperity.  This is the way it goes at the moment.




3 lanes of traffic
Big trucks and tankers closing us in.  Too bad if you're claustrophobic

On our way out we got caught in a kilometre long traffic back-up.  It often happens in this spot.  One Friday before a 3 day weekend we left Piraeus at 2pm to end up in the middle of a 4 kilometre back-up.  Can't remember how long it took to crawl our way out of that.  This is the only way out of the city to the toll road and the back-up begins where the Piraeus traffic meets the Athens traffic.
This time at least we had a full tank.  Last time we limped into a petrol station on a whiff of petrol.

Forgot that as we left we, figuratively, threw a black stone over our shoulder.  To throw a black stone is to ensure that you never go back there.  We have decided first of all that we won't go in by car again.  Getting through the harbour and working out the road changes is just too stressful.  Poros residents get a refund on the flying dolphin (hydrofoil) tickets so we have decided it is cheaper now to go in and out by boat and hydrofoil and use the underground or taxis.  When we have too.

We won't be back soon.  I say, hopefully

Sunday, 21 July 2019

Big City Saga

The hospital.

We weren't going to the big national hospital 5 minutes down the road from the hotel but to the big heart hospital in Athens called the Onasseio, built with the money of Greek shipping magnate, Aristotle Onassis.   This was, and probably still is, the foremost cardiac centre in Greece.  In the years before, patients with serious heart problems had to go overseas for treatment, if they had the money.



Opened in 1992  it is still bright and clean, well organised, extremely efficient and with presumably some of the best heart doctors in the country.  It's not cheap though.  I have come here in the past for different tests, just to prove to my doctor that I am really am healthy and now he has decided I need to see a specialist for my arythmia (irregular heart beat).   

I paid the 90 euros for my appointment, no queues, no hassle and we were sent down the corridor to waiting room number 3.  The appointment was for 6pm but we were there just before 5.  

All over the walls were big signs saying ' The Use of Mobile/Cell phones is strictly forbidden'.  K and I turned off our phones.  In front of our row of seats were 6 other people waiting.  Five of them were using their mobile phones.  They were making calls, receiving calls, sending messages.  Obviously greeks can't read, or they just don't like obeying rules.  K and I looked at each other and grinned.  It happens time after time.  I had already noticed how few people on city roads, still, were not wearing crash helmets and our taxi driver didn't even bother belting up.  Safety laws are for the rest of the world!

Exactly at 5pm, an hour early, my name was called.  It pays to be early!  The nurse gave me a cardiogram.  I have never had those clips slapped on so quickly.  Hell, she was good.  Heaven knows how many hundreds of times she does that a day!

5 minutes later I was in with the specialist and 10 minutes later I was out again.  Well worth the 90 euros.  The doctor asked a lot of questions in those 10 minutes, listened and explained.  Looks like most of my problems are caused by the medecine which I am taking.  The next step is to take another test, this time on Poros and see how I am without the pills.  I can tell right now, one helluva lot better!

For ages I have been feeling like a zombi and blaming it on the heat. I had an extremely low heart beat and low blood pressure. Keeping cool, abstaining from alcohol, caffeine and salt didnt make a scrap of difference.  Now however I feel re-energised.  Today I made a dish of moussaka, a pureed pear and yoghurt cake, mopped all the floors and even did some gardening.  Next week I do yet another 24 walking cardio test and we will see exactly what's what.  I hope the solution is as simple as throwing a packet of pills down the loo!




View from the top floor of the Onasseio hospital looking out towards the sea and Piraeus


Swinging the camera the other way is the endless sprawl of the city of Athens.  Can't quite see the Acropolis




Friday, 19 July 2019

Big City Earthquake


Athens was shaken by a 5.1 earthquake this afternoon.  Quite shallow so it did a bit of damage.  Several old buildings collapsed and bits of masonry fell without hurting anyone.




Minor damage from falling debris


An old abandoned structure on the harbour collapsed but with no one injured

It's the first time in many years that I've actually felt that shifting of the earth.  I've been in several big earthquakes in NZ and in Athens.  When you're younger you just take it in your stride and carry on
 'well, that was a strong one'

This time we were sitting in our favourite armchairs watching the news and getting ready for a siesta.  The first shake came and I was surprised but not actually shaken, then a few seconds later came an even stronger shake and that one did scare me.

If we felt it so strongly on Poros then somewhere else in the centre of the earthquake the buildings would be swaying and the earth rocking.

The first was 3.8 on the richter scale, followed by a 5.1 and then a 4.5.   K was on the phone to someone in Athens and the line went dead.  Power was out in many districts and phones as well.  20,000 calls were made to Athens seconds after the second quake, more than on New Years Eve.  We were advised to use viber and whatsap to communicate with friends and family, which is exactly what we were doing.

As I mentioned in yesterday's post I was living in Athens when a 6.7 earthquake hit.  Even with a small baby I didn't panic.  I'm sure I would now.  I'd run out into the street like most most people do but well away from walls, old buildings and trees!

What worries me most now is that the children and grandchildren are ok.  I hope that was the major quake and there won't be any stronger shakes.  










Thursday, 18 July 2019

Big Dirty Smoke

We drove into the big city for a few days, doctors appointments and such.  I got quite excited.  A huge change from the very quiet island life, a chance to enjoy people watching on another scale.  And I love the night sounds of sirens and traffic, for a few days.

 We booked in at the Savoy Hotel in Piraeus.  Not only is it the only hotel we could find with parking facilities but it is also in our old neighbourhood so we knew the area well.




The Savoy Hotel right smack bang on the end of main street Piraeus, the huge dirty port of Athens

This is how it looked in the 70s when it first opened.  It was a luxury hotel with darkened windows and heavy curtains so you couldn't ogle the guests who, it seemed, were mostly rich Arabs.  Most of the hotel's clients now seem to be school groups of american teenagers  touring  Greece.  All they need is somewhere to plonk their packs and gather for the morning bus trip.

I didn't bother taking a photo this time.  It is a slightly downrun 3* star hotel on a noisy main road, surrounded by grimy pavements, empty shops, small coffee bars and the constant flow of city people on their way to and from somewhere to someplace.  

The parking is chained off and I had to run around to the front desk to get the key to the padlock while K tried to scrunch into the edge of a narrow street with an unbelievably narrow strip of roadway in the middle, cars parked on either side leaving just enough space for our car to pass through with side mirrors pushed in.  Heaven knows where we would have parked otherwise.  Every tiny space had a car in it, inches away from those before and behind.

Key obtained we manoeuvred gingerly from the edge of the road into the parking area which at least had plenty of free spaces.  

30 years ago we lived in a top floor apartment right behind the hotel.  It was built by a ship owner whose family lived on the two first floors.  In its day it was the latest in construction, anti-seismic we were told after surviving the 6.6 richter earthquake in 1981.  We lived on the top floor and the building swayed backwards and forwards.  Tins fell out of cupboards and our 6 month old baby girl was not hurt thank goodness by books which fell from a shelf above into her cot but not on top of her.

Now the building is desicrated with graffiti and trash blowing round the stoop .  The street is shaded by trees which have been planted on the footpath.  It is green and leafy with shade from the sun but still not a place you want to linger.

On the main road above the same unkempt elderly woman, it seems to me, sits on a step and feeds the pigeons, surrounded by bowls of food and water for the street dogs and cats. 

Gone are the drycleaners, the little grocery store, the toy shop and even the police station has moved elsewhere.

There is a national hospital at the end of the next road down, so plenty of chemist shops, quick coffee shops and buses which will take you wherever you need to go.  





Tuesday, 16 July 2019

To and Fro

Boats


On an island water transport is a big part of life


Water taxis which will take you the few hundred yards across to the mainland for 1 euro


'Socrates' - my son-in-laws taxi boat


And here is is on the right, Captain Kyriakos with the Captain of the taxi boat 'Konstantinos'


One of the car ferries which takes cars and passengers to and fro across the strait from the island to the mainland
It costs us 7 euros one way for our car, driver and one passenger






The 3-Island cruise boat which comes in every day all through the year calling at Poros for one hour and then going on to the nearby islands of Aegina and Hydra


Flotillas of yachts which carry tourists on a weeks island-hopping holiday.  They come in a bunch at a time, tie up together, drink, eat, partake in the nightlife and next morning groggily up-anchor and sail off to the next island


One of the little fishing boats which come in early in the morning to sell fish on the jetty



A luxury yacht, one of many, which come in for days of Greek island life
We've had Prime Ministers and Presidents, Saudis and Russian millionaires





A private yacht, often sailed by an elderly couple enjoying their retirement sailing the med, wintering on Malta or another safe port







The Flying Catamaran which comes in twice a day bringing tourists and locals from Athens and Piraeus to the closer islands in the Saronic Gulf


The big car ferry which brings cars and passengers from Athens and Piraeus to the Saronic Islands and mainland ports.  This is a 2 1/2 hour journey but half the price of the Catamaran and you can enjoy a brief sight of the other ports as it offloads car and people

All these boats weave in and out of the harbour traffic, the visiting yachts often causing the small car ferry to hoot in indignation. 
We used to love watching evening shipping manoeuvres from our roof terrace. 
  Living so near the harbour did have its disadvantages.  Now our daughter and her family hear the endless engine noise from the big car ferry once it has pulled in for the evening.  It doesn't completely shut down its engines all night and at 6am very noisely pulls up anchor.  The little car ferries used to make a very loud chug-chug-noise which grated on the night air but the newer ferries are much quieter and the ferries stop working around 11.

All part of island life

Saturday, 13 July 2019

Galatopita - Translation, Milk Pie

First time for this.  It looks like an easy recipe with no filo pastry and without the litre or so of sweet syrup which drips stickily off baclava, kataifi or galaktobouriko.

A galatopita is a milk and semolina sweet flavoured with lemon or orange zest, delcious straight out the oven, even in summer heat.  

                                   


Semolina, milk and sugar and a few eggs.  It is not a difficult recipe





Let it bake till it has a little colour on the top


Cut and eat
With a cup of tea or coffee



1 1/2  litres of milk
1 cup of fine semolina*
2 big spoons of butter or a small (demi-tasse) coffee cup of oil
5 eggs
1 cup of sugar
vanilla or cinnamon
 zest of an orange or a lemon

Warm the milk in a large pot and add the sugar, stirring well till it is all dissolved.  Add the butter, zest, cinnamon and semolina and keep stirring till it thickens.

Take off the heat and leave until cool.  Meanwhile beat the eggs really well.  When cool, stir in the eggs.  

Pour the mixture into a well oiled baking dish.

Bake about 30 minutes at 180oC till nicely browned on top.

*We have fine and coarse semolina.  I used fine for this recipe but you could use either I am sure

I've seen one recipe which uses goats milk.  I wouldn't, unless you had a herd of goats.  Goats milk isn't too bad in sweets like this, it makes it creamier.

For this amount of milk I have found recipes using  up to 7 eggs.  Far too many in my opinion.  I added 5 because this particular recipe called for 5 but next time shall only use 4.

Kali Orexi


Thursday, 11 July 2019

The Weather

The heat wave has broken, thank goodness. 3 days of very high temps, sweaty nights, what France and Italy had last week.

I had to go down into the town today.  I thought it would be fine on the quad bike with the cool air blowing in my face.  It was fine at 11am, didn't even break a sweat under my helmet.  Ye gods and little fishes, 2 hours later it was a completely different story.   
The road was like a fire breathing dragon sending waves of searing heat up my legs and burning my arms, hot air sizzling the eyebrows.   I kept on waiting for the tar to melt or the tyres to explode.

I made a quick dash inside to turn on the aircon, and then close doors and windows.  You'd think I would be used to scorching heat by now.  But, no.  It affects me phsically now and I really do turn into a zombie.  

By 5pm we'd had enough being stuck in one cool room, one room at a time so we save on the electricity.  Time to literally take the plunge.  Togs on (bathers, swimwear, whatever you call them in your lingo) and down to the sea.   Our first swim of the summer.



Cool, clear waters, a few familiar faces and only the happy sounds of cooling humans



Except for this git on his quad bike who decided it might be fun, for him, to do endless wheelies up and down the beach.  Finally someone in the water yelled at him and he came to a dust swirling standstill.



We always swim down at one end of the beach, away from the foreigners

The overhanging tree gives shade and there is a bench and a low wall to lay your towel.  As you enter the water there are sharp stones and spiny sea urchins.  NOT this year!  The north wind did a terrific job all winter blowing in tons of sand which has completely covered rocks and urchins.  Oh what a delight to wade straight into the water without having to do that dance to protect the tootsies.  The sand is soft, the water shallow and warm, so easy to go straight into the sea.  

I swim out to the other side of the bay through a cold stream which must come off the hills. Glorious.  Across the bay a colony of seagulls have settled in and a young goat bleats for his mother somewhere up the on a rocky crag.  I miss the coffee and the chairs of the canteen, closed by the archealogical authorities, but it is still a delightful place for a summer dip.

By the time we left the weather had started its change.  Black clouds over towards Athens, a drop in temperature and thunder rumbling round us.  It didn't rain here but somewhere close by had a doozy of a summer storm.  

We woke next morning to find that 7 people, tourists, had been killed after a mega-storm hit a holiday area in Northern Greece.
Today there is cool air blowing through the house and a ton of dust with it.  Climate change!

I can hear the seagulls squawking as they fly on the air currents.  Sounds as though they're having fun.








Tuesday, 9 July 2019

Ladies Fingers

         Bamyes in Greek,
         Okra
         Ladies Fingers

Those green slimy things that look like green beans, called bamyes in greek.  When fresh we trim the ends, spread them out in an oven tray, sprinkle them with vinegar and leave them in the hot sun sun for a few hours.

I can remember buying and preparing fresh okra when I first arrived here many years ago. Nowadays I always buy the frozen vegetable. I'm not sure if that is because I'm lazier or they are not as generally available. They are certainly not on the market stalls at the moment.

I don't like these very much but I eat them because certain traditional people in my household love them.  I either cook them simply with tomatoes and olive oil or with chicken pieces.

Okra with chicken pieces is the traditional people's favourite and it is not difficult to make so okra and chicken was on the menu last week.




Once the chicken is cooked in its tomato sauce I add the frozen okra (or fresh) and let them cook for about 15 minutes till they are soft but not disintergrating



Chicken and okra greek style

Fry onions, garlic and chicken pieces in olive oil till browned.  Add  fresh or chopped tomatoes, a glass of water, a glug of red wine, salt and cook about half an hour.  Add chopped parsley and the okra.  Gently give it all a stir and let them stew gently for about 20 minutes.  

Serve with feta cheese, bread and wine.  When we cook vegetables with meat we don't have a salad on the table.  In this case the okra is enough.

If you don't like the slime then try the recipe with fresh green beans instead

Kali Orexi

  

Sunday, 7 July 2019

Greek Elections

This is my third time in the polling booth in just over a month.
In the last Euro elections there were 40 parties to choose from. I took the wad of voting papers, stuffed quickly in my purse, back home to use as note paper.  These elections  had only 20 political  parties in our district.  Poros is dumped in as part of the 'B' Piraeus region.  Piraeus being the grotty port city outside Athens.  

I used to love Piraeus, lived there for 10 years and didn't want to leave.  Now I don't want to go back.  The port area is full of boarded up buildings, roads which have been under construction it seems since I left over 20 years ago, empty shops, noise and grime.

Tonight we are expecting a change of government after years of harsh austerity measures, not that a new government will alter much. Many people feel betrayed.  I just want their faces removed from my TV screen.

In 2015 the majority voted for Alexis Tsipras, a young, left wing PM, who promised to bring us out of the economic crisis when the country was on the brink of bankruptcy and I was stockpiling flour, rice and toilet paper to get us through certain years of poverty. Bankruptcy didn't come and we didn't leave the EU but our way of life changed drastically as he taxed the hell out of the middle class and left our  2 children with debt that will take many years to pay off.

He supported a minister (of the economy) who 'forgot' to mention an extra 2 million euros in his tax statement, another whose anarchist son was arrested and let free 14 times, a health minister who nastily abused anyone disagreeing with him, released 400 hard core criminals and confiscated homes and raided bank accounts for debts to the state.

How unpopular can you get?   

Polling stations closed at 7pm and the results of the first exit polls have been announced.  We have a new government and it looks as though it will have an outright majority.  

It's July, it's hot,  the beaches round the country today were full of Greek holiday makers and city dwellers getting away from the heat and bustle, but they voted first.* 

No one expects  the new PM to perform miracles, especially when he has the European Union nipping  at his heels and Turkey on the other side threatening to blow Greece out of the Aegean.  We shall continue  to enjoy our coffee, sip our ouzo, discuss and debate.  There will be blockades, protests, strikes and Molotov cocktails as usual.

Qué Sera Sera 

* Wrong there. The turn out was only 56 percent.  Even a greek can have too much of politics.

Friday, 5 July 2019

Market time Again

Friday and fruit and vegetable day again.  I went down with my big cloth bag and bought a small watermelon, a melon, some aubergines (eggplant), tomatoes and peaches.  That was about as much as I could carry.

The cousin I mentioned in my last market post had 3 kilos of tomatoes left, a pile of greens and a box of peaches.  I bought all the tomatoes, you can never have enough of them in the summer, and the peaches looked juicy so I bought 2 kilos of them.  

The peaches were a big mistake.  They are soapy and tasteless.  A waste of 3 euros.  What to do with them?  I don't want peach jam and the peach chutney I made a few years ago wasn't very nice either.  I googled 'mealy' peaches. Peach wine sounded like a good idea but I need some equipment and wine yeast which I have never heard of.  So there will be no peach wine.  

Cobbler was next on the list and it seems simple and the sort of thing we might eat, with some greek yoghurt maybe.  I am washing and chopping and stewing peaches before they all rot and end up in the compost.  Some will be made into cobbler tomorrow.

I have heard of cobbler but never made it, or so I thought.  The first recipe I found, and will use, makes an easy sponge with the stewed fruit on top.  I've made this many times with left over fruit, usually soft apples.

We shall see.



The cousin was very disappointed not to see my husband with me today.  He found another victim to go off and buy him his beer, at 9am, telling him to hide the beer well so the 'devil' didn't see it!

Handing over the contraband 



Thursday, 4 July 2019

A Show of Colour

Bougainvillias are in full flower right now and they are found in along every narrow lane, up every set of steps.  The colours are gorgeous







This is the bougainvillia outside my daughter's house.  A beautiful show of colour but I'm glad it's not ours.  Every autumn it has to be trimmed.  The thorns are long and deadly, the pruning laborious and painful.  


This bougainvillia is across the road from my daughter.  It is a new breed, no thorns.  It blooms all year but the flowers in winter are nowhere near as luscious

Wednesday, 3 July 2019

Growers Market


Al fresco shopping


We buy most our fruit and vegetables here on Friday and Monday



Apricots
These ones were 1.50 a kilo, ripe and full of flavour.
But we bought our apricots from K's cousin, naturally, and they were hard and green
Fortunately green apricots ripen quickly 




The best laid out stall with the most enticing fruit and vegetables is run by some Pakistanis
Loads of Pakistanis and Indians work in the market gardens opposite 

K's cousin has a very small stall and we buy what we can from him to help the family.    He lives from his small market garden, and collects greens from the fields, especially dandelions which our household love, except me.  Last week while I was filling our bag with cucumber, greens and green beans, K snuck off to buy him a can of cold beer, keeping it hidden from  sight.  K's cousin was thirsty at 10 oclock in the morning.  He always fills up our bag with more oranges, greens or cucumbers than we need or want so a can of beer is a small thank you.   

Tuesday, 2 July 2019

Briam

Summer's bounty.  Zucchini, eggplant, potatoes, fresh tomatoes with lots of fresh herbs.



Called Briam or Briami in Greece a version of this dish is made in most of the mediterranean countries.  Known as ratatouille in France, caponata in Italy, all different depending on the country and the region.

Greece has another version too called tourlou which is often cooked in a pot instead of the oven and has green peppers in it as well, which my m-in-law would never have added.

My briam is cooked in the oven and I sprinkle feta over the top when I put it in to bake.  This gives it a slightly creamy texture.

Chop
Potatoes
zucchini
eggplant
into thin slices or cubes, quite small so they cook easily.  Add chopped onion and garlic.  

I put chopped, fresh parsley, basil and  mint in the baking dish and either 2 or 3 grated tomatoes or chopped tomatoes plus a big glass of water and a small wine glass of olive oil.  Salt and pepper

Cover the top with crumbled feta, poking it in a bit so it melts into the stew.

Cook about an hour in a hot oven then take it out, toss it about, add more water and cook at least another half hour.  The vegetables need to be soft and slightly blackened on top.  Add a little more water at the end or you will find it dries out 

Serve at room temperature, with feta and bread and maybe a glass of very cold wine

Kali Orexi
Bon appetit







Monday, 1 July 2019

Saints Peter and Paul and the Apostles

The last of the June church celebrations

29th June
Apostles Petros and Pavlos
Peter and Paul to you

We have a few friends with these names so we'll be visiting or phoning on their name day to wish them 'Kronia Polla', many years in good health 

30th June
Apostolos
A general commemoration of all the Apostles. 
Another name day, this time for those named Apostolos, after the Apostles

1 July
Two Saints, Kosmas and Damianos, known as the Saints Anagyroi
Brothers and Physicians and martyrs of course
There is a small church at the top of the island dedicated to them.  In the early morning it is a good healthy walk up hill and then along a narrow track to attend the service and and enjoy the  view.




The Chapel dedicated to the Saints Anagyri







The view from the Chapel down over the main town on the island