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.
I, as usual, got ahead of myself and had written a couple of posts before virus time which were never published so I will post these over the next few days. Photos and stories of the glorious olden days. February 2020
Winter is the time the fishermen haul in their boats to scrub the barnacles of their (boats) bottoms, wash the decks and give them a lick of paint
The Arion is brought onto land by son-in-law and all his friends
Job well done. The boat is safe.
Time to party
And a few weeks later the boat goes back into the water
Same place, same scenario, but with a brightly painted, barnacle free boat
It's party time again
A little rain didn't stop the fun
I'm not allowed to say 'good fishing', that brings bad luck to a fisherman, so, as they say elsewhere, 'break a leg'
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.