on the beach, where is everyone ?
by annrose
Nea Moni, this was a fantastic site to visit. So many ! buying a falling down house and spending Greek easter in the village this year.Going for bread every day from the woodburning oven in the village to eat with beautiful eggs.only hearing the sound of children playing and the clock striking the hour.
FINDING YIANNIS HELLIOS My Grandfather
by janetanne
If you are thinking of coming to Greece to find your long-lost Greek relatives, it may be more difficult than you can imagine, especially if your relatives came from one of the island or even more complicated, from Mikra Asia.
When I set off to the island of Chios, after having lived in Greece long enough to know the ins and outs and to be able to speak the language well enough to sound Greek...I was sadly disappointed to find that the people were no long very interested in meeting any relative from the U.S.A. Further complicating the matter, was that the only time I can easily travel, is in the month of August...just in time to find all the public employees away from their desks, on holiday themselves!
My first stop was at the central office of the Mayor of Chios. Here is where all the records of 'registered' Chioites are kept, the most recent on computer, the oldest...well, here is where the story gets interesting.
The rocket war of Vrondados
by mixelite
At Easter saturday, when mass is over, there is a big "rocket war" in Vrondados. We watched it from high up in the road to mount Aipos and it was really worth the trip! the "war" takes place between the two churches, and the aim is to hit the "enemys" church with the rockets. It must be a hundred home made rockets fired at once, and the rain of sparks when they hit the church...!
Be ware, and keep a safe distanse! And if you _are_ going, you should be there in plenty of time before midnight because the traffic jams after a while. We were there around 11 and the shooting of rockets was already started, so it wasn't boreing;-)
Finding the Key to the Church
by janetanne
I continued driving up the road, around several more curves until I arrived at the 'top' of the village. Here, by chance, and I cannot emphasize the word 'chance,' here as you will understand as my story unfolds, I see a group of woman standing next to the road. This looked like a good opportunity to stop and ask some friendly village women, where I might find the key to the church!
Sure enough, the youngest looking lady, with a big smile, turned around and said, 'Yes, I have the key, but, 'if you want to wait until the 'Postman' gets here, I will take you to the church afterwards. 'We are waiting for him to bring us our pension money and to pay our monthly bills for 'lights' and 'water.'
Why not, I thought, as I looked down at my wrist to see the hour hand just slipping by the number 12 and the little hand sitting on the 10! It must be just about time for the Postman to deliver his precious envelopes, with their much anticipated money.
Little did I know, that I would be soon saying a small prayer to my patron saint, "Agia Ipomoni!'
Myth of Milk
by janetanne
As Maria lights the way deeper into the cave, she talks. She tells you to mind your step here and your head there...She begins her story, as in old, passed down from one storey teller to another...nothing written until now...
"There was in Byzantine times, a ruler in the area of Agia Gala, called 'Konstandinos, the Warrior,' 'O Konstandinos, O Monomachos.' Konstandinos had a daughter who had Leprosy whom he 'threw away into the fields,' as was the unfortunate destiny of those who were stricken with the then uncurable curse from evil sources...
Fortunately, the young girl found herself near the cave where she took shelter from the harsh weather and even harsher people near her. To her luck, she was found there by a holy woman, who bathed her in the 'white milk from the breasts of the Virgin Mary.' Of course, the myth is that the child was miraculously cured of the disease of the devil, thus ensuring the place in church history, of the 'miraculous Holy Cave of Agia Gala.' From this myth thence came the name of the village, 'Saint Milk,' or 'Agia Gala.'
This is how myths are born. The white liquid no longer drips, but wouldn't it be interesting to discover the chemicals that could still be found there and what healing properties they may hide?
Nature is the miracle, and we must not let these miracles be destroyed by the evils of human beings...Can we save these places for future generations??? Or will the stories burn out one day with the last candle lit by Kira Maria?