Another crazy, wonderful day.

I was super organised this morning. I had the sheets on my line, before I started off to feed the cats and get a coffee on the go at the Coffee Shop. I usually am heading to the Dog Palace when I present my reusable mug at the shop, but no I said in Greek, I was going to the St George church for the service. It started at seven thirty, I better get a move on.  I started on the path, which gradually improves as you climb up it, they had been strimming and burning the rubbish to clear it for the summer tourists. It is  meant to take thirty minutes to get to the church, I did it in under that. I was in the shade to start with, but as I climbed up, the sun was on my back. There were a couple of flowers on the track I had never seen, so I photographed them. When I got to the church, the Greek flag was out there in the breeze and I could hear singing. Being in shorts, I did not want to offend anyone, so I sat outside. But I was beckoned in, for the first bit, by one of the Coffee Shop guys, I saw at the big church at Easter time and the singer was the guy singing at Koutalous. The roof had the same neatly fitted stones as the place I saw yesterday. Eventually when the priest appeared, I think I had to go outside, no matter. It was a lovely lady, to hear the singing and the view all around me.  

Eventually the service ended and they all came out. Benches were set up and bread, little foil wrapped chocolate cakes and coffee appeared, Greek of course. Everyone sat down and enjoyed the feast. There was a lady who spoke English and we struck up a conversation. For reasons that I still don’t understand I was presented with this big piece of cheese, which is very nice. It was such a special moment. All too soon we put everything away and myself and three others started downhill, one guy on a stick, was  older than me by ten years maybe? I soon left them behind, the only thing to remind me they were there, was the echoes of their voices on the mountains. When I got down, I went to Marinos with some spare chocolate cakes and a piece of the cheese I cut off for him. I think he was pleased. I hope so. The singer and the priest popped in too, I tried to make them see how much I loved the experience.

Later on, I went to Livadi, to have my hair cut. I had a phrase to tell the lady that my Greek is still not very good, but I am still l trying. In the afternoon one of my friends, has a visitor and with a friend we went to try and visit a plot of land handed down to the friend from one of their ancestors. It has an old dove cote house, olive trees and the grave of the great grandfather I think. The friend told me the family story, which entailed leaving Greece, for two very different countries and then coming back.  An unforgettable day.