It was still dark at 7am when I walked Poppins early in Swellan last week before our flight to Greece. It was damp, raining and chilly so I was surprised to find the world already up and about. People were out walking, running on the green, even doing exercises under the street lights. Various kitchen lights were on and I could see kids watching cartoons and parents getting breakfast together. I had completely forgotten the morning routines of family and working life as, while I am an early riser, I do not go out and about. Two hours later, I was in Costa, in Athlone meeting Joe who would take Poppins while we were away, and this time I was watching well dressed men and women having coffee and earnest conversations in twos and threes. They were clearly work colleagues having scheduled meetings and I wondered about their working lives…it is so easy to forget the parameters of the working day when one is retired.
Two hours later, the packed airplane made sense – the majority of people were Irish heading off on holiday with a few Greeks returning from the cold, dreary weather of Ireland and after that thoughts of work, routines, and children disappeared altogether as we touched down six hours later in Athens.
After a gorgeous restorative meal of stuffed tomatoes, peppers, and roast potatoes, cousin Ruth and I put the world to rights with a few bottles of wine, chatting deep into the night about the various afflictions the world finds itself in: Gaza, the Greek elections and new Syriza Leader. If only people would listen to us!
Delicious food and drink were a strong theme during the Greek visit, though we did squeeze in a visit to the new Contemporary Art Gallery in Athens. There were two exhibitions: the first on Sonic Odesseys by Iannis Exenakis which looked and sounded interesting but which I didn’t understand at all and not because it was in Greek. The second was a series of exhibits on Modern Love which while interesting were also a little depressing. However, I liked the design of the gallery itself, which had been an old beer factory and definitely enjoyed lunch at the foot of the Acropolis and for dinner later that evening I had the most succulent lamb shank and mash.
Di Bi and George also fed us delicious lamb when we arrived in Tolo which is in the Peloponnese. We were staying five nights with my oldest friend, Mandy and her partner, Barry who are now living there and on our first night we went to visit their very good Greek friends, Di Bi and George. We ate outside on their balcony, overlooking the shadows of mountain. Wild dogs were barking in the background, large cats were prowling around our feet, Molly (Mandy’s new pup) was on my lap as we ate and drank having riotous discussions about the SWP and punk rock! Happy out.
Napflios, which is their local town, is a lovely old city (the first capital of Greece). It’s on the sea, has beautiful marble squares, castles, tavernas and a market which, on Saturdays and Wednesdays stretches along the concourse for miles full of grapes, aubergines, colourful peppers, pomegranites, wine, greens, and of course, olives in abundance.
Mandy and Barry were in great form and why wouldn’t they be living their days in sunshine, strolling along beaches, and sipping cocktails, wine and metaxa in tavernas!
Tolo where they live is a small touristy village with a gorgeous beach and an array of restaurants to choose from. It was end of season so we strolled around with ease and I was went swimming every day in the sea. The English are very much in evidence, and Mandy and Barry have made a good number of friends. And all credit to the Greeks for most of them speak excellent English, aside from the one older Greek woman who came and knocked on the door on Sunday morning to complain about our raucous night of drunken laughter the evening before. She didn’t in fact speak English, but she called up her son from downstairs who was able to come and tell Barry in very precise and angry English terms about the noise levels and the bad review that was going to be given by his Airbnb clients next door!
Of course, we all blamed Mandy who, in a loud voice, gets rather voluble after a few drinks. She also sneezes like a trumpet on steroids, likes to dance and, at the point of complaint, was still in bed! Quite rightly, Mandy saw it as a badge of honour to be 64 and still loving life. Debauched and Happy With It…its what she wants written on her grave stone.
Unsurprisingly, Mandy and Barry have many friends who join them in their laughter and metaxa and most of our evenings were passed in a haze of storytelling, gripped tummies and snorts of explosive laughter. It’s quite a thing to spend time with someone whom you have known and who has known you since your were a baby. It’s like cavorting around the crown of a tree which has grown out of a beanstalk, but the roots of the tree are still apparent.
I have to mention the castles around the Peloponnese which are amazing defensive structures spanning the mountain tops. Barry drove us up to Palamidi in Nafplio. For the most part, they remain in tact and look amazing. The surronding sea is glorious, absolutely clear, warm, with REALLY big fish in the shallows. But best of all was the Tsatziki, Greek salads, and Sword fish served to me on the beach, the ocean lapping on my feet….all I missed was Tom Conti from Shirley Valentine. I started this visit with lamb and I ended it the same way, crunching delicious lamb chops with cousin Ruth who took us to a meat taverna on the way to Athens Airport. Delicious. Thank you cousin Ruth, and Mandy and Barry for hosting us. I feel like I have been away a month already yet tomorrow, I am off to Spain with Roisin, Jack and baby Aine. Talk about living the dream!
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