Holy Week. Every day there is work to do. Good Friday is a day of rest and Easter Sunday is the mega fiesta.
Monday was whitewashing day. The job didn't get finished but at least our front wall is a gleaming white. Weeds were whacked a week ago so the entrance is tidy.
Holy Tuesday for us was koulouraki, easter cookie, day.
I would just go out and buy them but our traditional person insists on making them himself. In years gone by the grandchildren helped roll the biscuits. Now they're old enough to bake koulourakia in their own homes. Thanks to Pappou they all carry on the tradition
The back terrace is the 'cave' of the traditional greek man of the house. He is busy sanding spits, checking motors, repairing ancient chairs and preparing work benches for the big day
Holy Wednesday was our 42nd wedding anniversary. I made a Lenten seafood 'kritharoto', risotto with orzo instead of rice. Traditional people reviewed their lists of Greek island music and ordered extra coal for the bbq.
The coal/coke is from olive wood. Only the best. Along with the bag of coal he also arranged to have delivered a blue hydrangea.
Only the best for his 'greek-ish' mate of almost half a century.