Festivity Calendar

 

In ancient times Greeks were not playing cards during New Year in order to ensure luck for the coming year. They didn’t throw pomegranates on New Year’s Day; nor did they carry water, in silence, from a holy source to their homes; nor was a cake presented with a hidden coin (causing many teeth to be broken). Continue reading ->

Jingle Bells

 

The autumn was unusually warm and the serious rains only came to us very late. Due to the long drought only a few mushrooms have dared to lift their heads from the earth. My house carried on as an ideal hunting grounds for mosquitos. Continue reading ->

Sweet honey

Along with olive oil and goat cheeses, Lesvos has a lot to offer: like honey. When enquiring about the best honey, you will find suggestions for many sources. It seems every village has its own beekeeper and no matter to which local seller you go to buy, the honey tastes like food for the gods. Continue reading ->

Dream Hotel

When friends were joking about a Hilton on Faneromeni beach I thought they were kidding. But they were not far off from the truth: there are plans for a hotel to be built in the area between that house that rises like a pink creamy pudding at the Faneromeni beach and the little cave church, (Zoodochos Pigi). Continue reading ->

Looking for a dream house

More and more people dream of a house in Greece: away from the crowds, the cold, the rain, with a view on an azure blue sky hovering over an equal blue sea. Long live the quietness. Continue reading ->

Anna Paulowna

 Lesvos is rich with chestnut trees, but not all chestnuts are being harvested and the culinary use is mostly roasted chestnuts. Maybe because peeling these nuts is a horrible job. YouTube came with a new method: super. Also the use of wood of chestnut trees is limited. But look at a new forest in Sigri. There all trees already are sold! Continue reading ->

So long, Lela!

 

Another icon gone from Molyvos: Lela, who had a country house in Eftalou and could be seen during the whole year swimming. Her loud voice and roaring laugh so well known in the village as well as in Eftalou. A woman who loved living. She is no more. So long, Lela. Continue reading