Greece Scrapblog

Well, I finally finished my Greece scrapblog (an online program that lets me scrapbook digitally without needing all the paper goods). It's not as satisfying as scrapbooking by hand, but it definitely takes less materials. And I must say I'll be glad not to be going home with two years worth of pictures this time. Check it out:

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It's all Greek to me

Its funny how even on the most calm of days when you're traveling something always seems to happen that is worth writing about. That was true on one of our last days in Crete. We'd had a pretty straightforward day. Quite a bit of driving, a little bit of sightseeing. It was easy to tell we were winding down the vacation. We arrived in the town of Agia about 5:00. I wasn't that impressed with the town at first look (or really after we'd been there a while - although I will say the people were really nice). We decided to stay the night anyways, didn't feel much like driving on and it would definitely be cheaper then go on into Iraklion.

We stopped at a hotel mentioned in our guide book and spent about 5 minutes trying to figure out where to go to see if they had a room available. Rang the door bell a few times and were standing there looking lost when a little old lady came up and asked "rooms?" (I think that was all of her English) A stream of Greek followed our "yes" and she proceeded to ring the bell a few times, knock on the door and yell "Magaurite." When she didn't get an answer to proceeded to give what I thought were directions to another place, only it turns out that she wanted to get in the car and show us. Now getting directions from someone who only speaks Greek, even when she's sitting in the front seat (I squashed myself into the back because it just seemed easier) is not that easy. But we managed and ended up parked where she wanted. At which point she led us inside, exchanged a patter of Greek with another little old woman, who yelled upstairs to her husband to show us the room. Never mind that the couple only spoke Greek as well, we ended up with a room for the night. Tiny but clean, at this point I was just happy to have a bed.

Sadly this wasn't it for my Greek-English in-communication for the night. When we came back from dinner we realized that our radiator was not working and our room was cold! We dithered back and forth over whether the blankets would be enough to keep us warm but finally Dee convinced me to go back downstairs and try to talk to our landlady (since she was already tucked up under said blankets). Right. How do you tell someone that can't speak your language that you have no heat? You tell them you're cold...by pretending to shiver and then pointing upstairs to the room. Spurt of Greek...which I think was her repeating what I pantomimed in actually words, and if it wasn't I agreed anyways. It got her to come upstairs at least, where she felt the radiator and agreed there was no heat then shrugged her shoulders as if to say "I don't know why." She went back down to get her glasses, came back up, yelled for her husband again. When he came up some long interaction in Greek took place, which also involved them tramping in and out of the room several times (never mind that there was hardly room for two people to stand up at the same time, much less walk past each other). Judging by touch, they exclaimed in happiness when the pipes begin to heat up. As did I. My bumbling attempts to communicate without a common language were over. I am a little amazed at how much you can get done without being able to exchange a common word. I will say that living and traveling abroad has made me much better at listening for a general idea instead of listening for words that I can recognize.

Hidden treasures of Crete

I arrived in Crete without too many expectations. I really didn’t know much about this Greek island, I just knew that for some reason I’ve wanted to visit it after looking at a map of this area. Spring break provided me that chance. After getting into our rental car we realized that the Crete really isn’t all that big. Only about 40 km from the north side to the south coast. It is a lot longer east to west, but still in four days we were able to see quite a bit of this island.

My favorite ended up being one of the unexpected stops we made when we thought something looked interesting. After driving through a canyon that I had hoped to do a little hiking in (no such luck, no access to get down at all) we came to a stone arch with a sign for St. Nicolas the Kourtaliotis of Asomatos and some steps leading down. Now I’m not really sure why there are quite so many little churches on this island. I suspect that families build them for certain reasons – either as thanks, or in memory of an individual. I am sure there are more little churches then would be needed to hold the entire population of the island several times over. This is my favorite of the ones I saw though. After descending 152 steps you come to a small chapel wedged up against the face of the cliff. To the right is a continuation of the canyon wall with several small waterfalls cascading over and a steady stream flowing along at the bottom. The setting just had a way of impressing a person with how small and insignificant individuals may be in the grand scheme of things, while highlighting the grandeur of our created world. I have no idea who built this small church, but it was worth the extra work they put into it to build on this magnificent site. I will say one thing for the Cretans; they have a way of picking absolutely stunning settings for their churches, although it’s not that difficult in the rugged beauty of the island.

Easter in Greece

The amplified sound of priests chanting (a nice change from the call to prayer) drew me out of my hotel room on Good Friday. It had been a full day, and we’d arrived less than an hour ago, but I couldn’t resist getting out into the middle of part of the Greek Easter celebration. It was easy to find my way to the church closest to the hotel. I just had to follow the chants, and the stream of people carrying candles, stopping of course to admire the view of the Acropolis lit up at night. Soon my attention was turned back to the Easter celebration. We came across hoards of people on one of the walkways through the section of Athens where the ancient sites are centered. I was able to slowly wind my way closer to the tiny church whose chants had drawn me out. But mostly I was drawn to the sight of all of these people standing around outside with lit candles. There must have been several hundred people, and I could only imagine that something similar was going on all over the city. Suddenly there was a more concentrated movement, and to my surprise I saw a flower covered dome being carried out of the church. What? This definitely isn’t part of Catholic Good Friday services. We turned to follow along as all of the other people were doing. Walking for about 15 minutes in the park until everyone stopped and parted to the sides opening up the sidewalk for the formal procession to return. The altar boy carrying candles, a candle decked cross, the priests flinging holy water, and then the flower covered form being carried by 4 men. (My guidebook later mentioned that it was common to process through the streets with an effigy of Christ). Okay, it’s Easter week.

Easter Sunday, or rather the vigil mass which began at 11 pm and continued until about 1 am did not make nearly as large of an impression on me as the Good Friday service did. Candles were still in abundance. The church bells ringing over the city brought a smile to my face. The view of another tradition – whole roasted lamb being turned over a fire on the sidewalk – was not quite as appealing (yet fascinating in its own way). I had to wait until two days after Easter before I actually was given a red egg (another tradition in Greece) but was happy to have a real Easter egg this year, no matter how late it came. Easter was a fascinating way to experience the beginning of my trip to Greece providing me with a different look at some of the customs of this country I would have otherwise missed.