WELCOME GREEK SUMMER
The slow Greek summer holiday afternoons really feel like home. Wherever they may find you; in the Aegean, the Ionian or the Dodecanese. With the glorious Greek sun testing your limits, the cicadas piercing your ears and a sense of a blessing out of nowhere.
A salty tomato
Suddenly, a tomato cut in four with abundant thick salt and a piece of feta cheese with fresh olive oil and oregano gets you back to reality.
The locals
An entire chapter. Their greeting, their smile and their kerasma (treat), usually at the traditional doorstep of their homes. Always an open door.
Summer fruit
All sorts of colors, flavors, textures and shapes… Another vote of confidence of nature in summer! Water melon being the king followed by apricots, plums and figs right from the tree.
Boredom
The stopped time. The elusive and somewhat perverse lack of urban ecosystem. And then the conscious and unconditional surrender to “boredom” of inaction … The Greek siesta!
The sunsets
Those unique Greek sunsets. At the back of the hill or even better diving into the sea. The agonizing confrontation of the moment with the postcard.
The marinas
The marinas with the oversized yachts and frayed fishing boats. Alexandros, Virgin Mary, Saint Nicolas. The impeccable fonts next to paint letters. And instead of flags, nets.
The chapels
Suddenly, more intimate than otherworldly, not so much temples of worship as homes of your personal mythology. You can’t help but push the door and go inside.
The white linen shirt
That sails with the wind, floaty loose clothing, linen and light. The sandals, the straw hats, absolutely necessary – the wise summer clothing that contributes to the myth.
The night walks
At nightfall, the walks to Greek villages, to Chora (town), to fishing places, or mountain hamlets… With your hair wet and your mood lazy, cheerful and lighthearted… The evening starry sky as a canopy is the setting. Beauty back to its right earthy dimension.
Unique memories
The new memories that come to enroll on the old so you don’t remember names and dates, but images and impressions of images. Without context. The luxury of throwing the context over you.
The big blue
And its endless narrations.