A Day at an Exhibition


Dear readers💗
As things are at my work I sometimes have to stay for hours at nerve-racking standbys. To relax tension the trick is always to turn my mind to Ikaria and then to look for something interesting to blog about my island. In most cases things don’t fall in as I wish. Inspiration is a bird in flight, but sometimes there are exceptions.😋
Parea on Ikaria south coastLast week during one of those standbys I mentionned above, and while I was surfing fruitlessly in Flickr, I looked for new stuff from friends and a wonderful new set of 29 pictures from Ikaria appeared in front of my eyes: «A Day at an Exhibition» – «Hard hiking, wild swimming and admiring rocks scuptured by nature in Cape Papas, Ikaria». What a brilliant title, description and of course, visual content!
These pictures were taken by my friend Angelos, amateur photographer and leading member of the Ikarian hiking club, on a day of March while he and his friends were trying to find a trail through «a jungle of rocks sculptured by nature» (sic) to connect the remote village of Karkinagri with the even remoter westernmost tip of Ikaria and the historical, spectacular lighthouse which stands on it.
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As you could see in this great map above, the trail was found! Therefore, I think we should expect to see more shots from this colorful and naturally artistic, wild coast of Ikaria very soon. But for the time being, these are the best I have seen. I am letting you enjoy them! Move your mouse over the thumbnails to read a few words written by the author about each picture. They are very expressive and enlightening!
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Posing to demonstrate size and proportions of a stone house. In general this is a place as if from neolithic times. Several hollow rocks in this area have served as human shelters through the ages.

All pictures © Mountain Climbing & Hiking Club of Ikaria

. . .Like 7 years ago, the task of the day was to discover a practicable hiking route across a jungle of naturally sculpted rocks and connect Cape Papas to the village of Karkinagri. The team was great so this time we succeeded! View of the lighthouse from the new hiking trail
. . .Opening out to the vastness of the horizon Colors, reflections, shapes, make the most alive landscape I have ever seen. Hard to adjust the camera and take good pictures though...
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. . .3 pictures to demonstrate how hard it was sometimes for us to go round just one of these rocks! 3 pictures to demonstrate how hard it was sometimes for us to go round just one of these rocks!
. . .3 pictures to demonstrate how hard it was sometimes for us to go round just one of these rocks! If only we had more time to explore, pose and play with these rocks... But the task of the day was to discover a trail which we did! Let the rocks wait for another day.

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'The Scream' by Edvard Munch. It was her idea and that cavity was perfect so we couldn't resist!
. . .The first one who found the trail is already swimming! Fair prize for good scouting. We are making our way slowly down to the little cove while the scout is sunbathing. The hardest part of the hike is over and the route across that jungle of rocks to connect Cape Papas and the village of Karkinagri is more or less fixed.
. . .Having done most of the job with the new trail, it was time to try and take one or two good shots of this beautiful wild cove. Naturally sculptured shapes of sandstone make the scenery behind the little wild cove of the previous pictures. The trail runs across these amazing clusters of rocks.

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Having done most of the job with the new trail, it was time to try and take one or two good shots of this beautiful wild cove.
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. . .This round little pool in the rock filled with sea water could be seen from far above. We were very happy to have found a trail that runs through so many natural wonders! Many sea monster shapes sculptured in this rock.
. . .Among the rocks we found this unidentified orchid for Eleni to add to her collection Some of us take time to examine every detail of the sculptured landscape, while the photographer is struggling with the sparkling rocks, the changing light and the saturated color of everything. How happy we were to have found a trail that runs through so many natural wonders!
. . .Everybody insisted on capturing the lines, the texture and especially the shape of this rocky protrusion which by some mystery resists the huge winter waves of the Cape. I don't think it's a success. I should have set the camera differently. I think it's a good tribute though. Everybody insisted on capturing the lines, the texture and especially the shape of this rocky protrusion which by some mystery resists the huge winter waves of the Cape. I don't think it's a success. I should have set the camera differently. I think it's a good tribute though.
. . .Shot taken as were leaving. I like it. Inside this scenery maybe the secret is not to aim at anything special but leave everything to chance. But as I said ... the task of the day was not photography but to discover a trail between a village and a lighthouse. This time we succeeded! The southwesternmost end of Ikaria is generally called
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After taking so many pictures of this unearthly scenery I felt a bit alienated. For a change I took a shot of the warm wet face of one of us. Picture taken somewhere between the lighthouse of Papas and Karkinagri.
. . .Two of us caught at rest. It's not as thick jungle of sculptured rocks as before but we still had a long way to go untill we reached Karkinagri. It is an exhibition and that's only one of the millions of exhibits! Area highly recommended to photographers, now that the trail is more or less fixed.

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. ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ . .A place as if from neolithic times. Several hollow rocks in this area have served as human shelters through the ages. The new trail runs right through this historic neighborhood and of course we are very happy about it!.

.Besides everything, the photographer kindly cited under each picture two articles from my blog and one article from the blog of my friend Nana, as he thought them related to the material. These articles are:
Côte de Naufragés Sauvés
Wild coves & beaches in southern Ikaria
Thank you very much, Angelos!💗
. . . . .Eleni Ikanou
Sunday, March 26, 2017

Magical things are patient


“The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.”~

Omnia magica Ikaria


Dear readers,
you are certainly familiar with the aforementioned quote. It’s usually credited to W.B.Yeats, however, that’s not true. The famous sentence was written by someone who was amazed when he saw for the first time through a magnifying lens the astonishing details of a beautiful wild flower! Therefore, let my blog article be for you today that magnifying lens. Through it you will be able to see some tiny beautiful details and short elusive flashes in the monotonous everyday life of our island. I’m talking about the small, rare and hidden picture instead of the big one -the one which tourism lately has turned into cliché. Let’s save ourselves from that by putting out some powerful subjective worldviews! As my friend Nana whose article I am copying here, says, this is about a…

Afternoon in the desert of ravens 😳 by Nana Agrimi on Flickr


«A parallel reality: a collection of special moments recorded through the years and stored in our blogs and Flickr streams, from surreal alienation to oddity, from encounters with animals to performances and improvised rituals, from riddles and witchcraft to extravagance, provocation or simple pleasurable moments and postcard-like snapshots, that’s my way to celebrate Dodecaemeron, the Greek 12 festal days of Christmas and New Year, when earth and skies merge, as they say, and daily toilers like us should stop and rest and say to themselves…»

[read more…]In Nana to agrimi's blog: 'omnia magica'


~~p.s. A friend asked why these pictures aren’t uploaded to Flickr. One answer is that many of them would create unwanted activity. The main reason, however, is aesthetic. As I’m saying in a comment under my snapshot of Nana’s post on Flickr, first and foremost this thing should be seen a whole.


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food, pebbles and headstands

Delicious simple food cooked by a Greek Mum all home made the cheese , bread , herb pie and very very tasty peas and broad beans cooked in a fabulous way slowly with fennel and extra virgin olive oil. I'm even loving the table cloth. It's all good learning lots and being well looked after. The pebbles found at Therma beach here in Ikaria, are a stone collectors dream! The small bay collects and holds these wonderful little gems, so that they can be found when beach combing.


Dear readers,
it was my name day and I was planning a relaxed, unambitious post about the wonderful things an English couple who live in Ikaria do with pebbles from the beach, when all of a sudden the famous Jamie Oliver, after his visit to the Chiapas last month, landed on the island to look into our cooking and shoot scenes for his next show!!! I am still and always a bad cook (my only improvement has been towards safety but unfortunately not towards taste) so don’t be afraid, I am not going to go crazy about recipes. I do think, however, that the island has a wealth of natural, healthy foods and natural and healthy ways of cooking. But I am not going to go crazy about that either. This was planned to be a relaxed, unambitious post, and a relaxed, unambitious post it is going to be. I’ll just push Nik and Stef’s stones a bit to the side and make room for a few pictures of Ikarian food from Jamie Oliver’s instagram, plus a few shots with heavier stuff taken in Ikarian restaurants by adamansel52, a ‘food tourist’ who toured the island last month. Move your mouse over the photos to read the descriptions. Scroll down to find a surprise. Nothing to do with food! It’s just another Ikarian summer drawing near!!!

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Learning how to make Trahana from this loverly lady Maria. It's a very historical healthy whole grain cracked wheat cooked with goats milk soured and dried in the sun it's something very special and central to there diet. Delicious! A massive thank you to all the wonderful people of Ikaria that I met and worked with. this island has really touched my heart it's so natural and such a special place I can't wait to go back. The colours and textures are something to behold, and the variety of stones found I have not seen anywhere else. Quartz, banded agates, granite, jasper, and many more are found here.

A beautifully simple Greek salad the classic way with juicy tomatoes, olives and crumbly feta! Proper bold flavours and super fresh ingredients. The stones come from the sea of course, and also they get washed down from the mountain range on the island, if you go and look at the cliff faces near the beach you can see these very stones jutting out from the mud and rock; fascinating!

Cooking delicious wild herbs greens and pumpkin to be rolled in filo. Yum! Since I started beachcombing for colourful pebbles, sea glass, terracotta pottery and other surf tumbled delights, I learnt a few techniques that might help a beginner to this wonderful past time; and thought I would share them with you.


Ikaria 288 At Therma Nik and Stef from England have a business beach combing for anything that can be used to make jewellery, selling it online then shipping it all over the world.

Ikaria 200 Here I will be talking about all the wonderful stones, minerals, sea glass and other oddities that I find where I live on the Greek island of Ikaria.

Ikaria 175 Beach combing here is unlike anywhere else in the world, and is a stone collectors paradise! There are many beaches here full to the brim with all different types, colours, and textures of stones; the only limit is how many you can carry!


Taverna in Therma. The fish in sauce with salad and with bread was 8 Euros. I could have eaten spaghetti Bolognese for 5 Euros! The half litre of wine was 3 Euros. But at payment time she only wanted 10 Euros. All fresh, all local produce. With a fantastic sea view. I found these beautiful mustard colour beach pebbles whilst out beach combing on the north coast of Ikaria yesterday. But what type of rock are they...any ideas??

Ikaria 229 A lovely selection of substantial sized beach stones I found whilst out beach combing on the north coast of Ikaria a couple of days ago. The colours are amazing.

Ikaria produce on my kitchen floor. Wine, honey, olive oil, mountain tea, herbs, soaps, cosmetics. About half of it unlabeled, given to me as presents. A mix of wonderful beach finds from Therma beach in Ikaria, sea glass, pebble candy; and a sea shell! If you look along the tidelines, this is what you can find.


Αρέθουσα #here #forever #ikariamylove #daysinikaria #gipsylife by Sofia Pavlides (@so_soso7) on instagram Seychelles Ikarias. I believe in the good things coming ☀ #daydreaming #behappy #headstand #daysinikaria by Sofia Pavlides (@so_soso7) on instagram

Seychelles Ikarias ☀ #happy #grateful #daysinikaria by Sofia Pavlides (@so_soso7) on instagram Κυπαρίσσι #headstand #islandlife #daysinikaria by Sofia Pavlides (@so_soso7) on instagram


Sofia’s headstands in her: «Days in Ikaria» on instagram ^^’ ^^’ ^^’
Nik and Stef’s etsy shop: etsy.com/shop/thermalstonedesign ⭐ ⭐ ⭐


Prep: These Mountains Are For Dancing




Γεια σας

Για δεύτερη φορά φιλοξενούμενος σ’ αυτό το μπλογκ, κλήθηκα από την Ελένη να προδημοσιεύσω μια φωτογραφία από τη μικρή performance που κάναμε πρόσφατα στις κορυφές του Αθέρα και να γράψω δυο λόγια για το νόημά της.

Το δικαιούται, άλλωστε. Άπειρες φορές, τόσο μέσα από τούτο το μπλογκ, όσο και με τις φωτογραφίες της στο Flickr, έχει υπερασπιστεί τη διατήρηση της φύσης και την ακεραιότητα του ορεινού τοπίου του νησιού μας. Ειδικά δε, όσον αφορά τις ανεμογεννήτριες και την απειλούμενη καταστροφή των βουνών μας εξαιτίας τους, ο αγώνας της υπήρξε πολύχρονος, με πολλές μεταπτώσεις, πάντα με φαντασία και αίσθημα, ένας αγώνας συχνά μοναχικός, αληθινά επικός.

Αυτά όμως είναι παλιές ιστορίες. Η προδημοσίευση γίνεται εδώ κυρίως γιατί η Ελένη έπαιξε τον πιο σημαντικό ρόλο στην διαμόρφωση της τελικής ιδέας του happening: να βγούμε στις βουνοκορφές, να παίξουμε μουσική και να φωτογραφηθούμε χορεύοντας!

Τα μέλη και οι φίλοι του Ορειβατικού Συλλόγου Ικαρίας που μεταφέραμε την ιδέα στην πράξη, την ευχαριστούμε θερμά. Με το «These Mountains Are For Dancing» κάναμε μια πραγματικά «θετική διαμαρτυρία» ενάντια σε κάθε λογής «τέρατα» και τερατώδεις ιδέες που απειλούν τα βουνά μας. Περάσαμε ωραία, ωφεληθήκαμε ψυχικά και όπως νομίζουμε, βγάλαμε ένα σωστό αισθητικά αποτέλεσμα.

Θα μπορούσα να πω πολλά, όμως αυτά αρκούν προς το παρόν. Περιμένετε το πλήρες οπτικό υλικό που θα δημοσιευτεί σύντομα στο μπλογκ του Συλλόγου. Εκεί, εκτός από τις φωτογραφίες και βίντεο που θα δείτε, θα ακούσετε και τη μουσική!

Άγγελος Κ.

Ikarian pathman


τα γυμνα των αλλων


 Francis Picabia, nu devant un paysage

Homage to Francis Picabia😌



Iit iis aan iinstalation iin naturre. Iit iis a vast iinstalationn iin nnaturre. Iiit iis a vaaast aaartiistiic installation in nature. Iiit iis the onlya vaaast aaartiistiic installation in nature in Greeece. But iif he had said soo, he woould have been mmocked. So hee zayz that iit iiz about hiking and trails and ecotourism. Itt’z hiz business and he can call iit az he like, az long he doiez not forget iit iz an iinstallation in nature – avast iintstallation in nature : the wwou-work of hiz life : :


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Glad to see u r relaxi-ing, sis :-)) Greece is a biig *iinstallation in nature* -the biigest iinstalation in nature is Greeece is GREECE !!! and singned by anonymous (like folk art). We r part of all this.

p.s. Joseph Beuys was German

Friday March 30, 2007

I know who youare ttalking about —shhhsshh…

Friday March 30, 2007

Εντάξει άργησα. Πήρε 2 χρόνια από τότε που το πες. Τότε ντράπηκα. Τώρα το δέχομαι κι ευχαριστώ. Ας παραμείνω όμως γι ακόμα λίγο «λαϊκός καλλιτέχνης» που λέει το agrimi.

Tuesday March 24, 2009

Ωραια. Προοδευεις…
Μα δε μου λες τι εγινε πως σουρθε;

Tuesday March 24, 2009

με δάγκωσε ένας «Σκορπιός».

Tuesday March 24, 2009

μαλλον σε φιλησε ενα δελφινι.

Thursday March 26, 2009

Instead of Urban Legends here is a FolkTale




This photo is by my friend ‘simonsterg’ -a teller of tales like me. It shows a piece of ironwork (see details). There is a tale under it. The tale starts like this:

«A tiger once fell into a trap, and the trap was the hole in the ground.

Now normally tigers are good climbers and jumpers, but this hole was so steep-sided, so smooth that try as he might the Tiger couldn’t get out.

And there he waited, until a boy came along…»

I was amazed by the image and the tale, so I asked the question which I reserve for story tellers only. «What does it teach?» And good Simon reacted with another tale. ‘Cause tales pose questions to get answered by other tales (my love, Secherazade …). Read that too. Oh and ye Greeks, who among you over 20 doesn’t know Nasrudin? The old bugger is coming back via I don’t know where… My grandmother’s spirit sent him.

Δεν ειμαι λεχωνα πια. Ειμαι κανονικος ανθρωπος . Φευγω και παω για δουλεια πολυ συντομα.
I’m not a *lechona* anymore. I am a regular human now and I’m going for work very soon.



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So it’s a fact. You are raising steam to get back to work. There can’t be better proof than this entry. Bonne chance alors. I don’t want to know how you will manage. It will probably be something beyond my imagination.

Tuesday February 6, 2007 – 10:01am (EET)

I’d say it means that if you juggle scorpions you might get stung, that whitewashing a fence is a pleasure if you perceive it to be, and that no matter what, you keep on chopping wood.

Tuesday February 6, 2007 – 09:45am (PST)

Ah, it’s the side of Eleni that I hate, but I can’t deny that the «what does it teach?» question works…

Wednesday February 7, 2007 – 10:14pm (EET)

Well I am of course flattered to – again! – feature in the blog… especially after such a long silence…

I’m also glad to see that the «steam is raised» and that you are canonical again.

But turning to Ahina – why is that a hateful thing? And how does it work?

Wednesday February 7, 2007 – 09:34pm (CET)

Oh, and I almost forgot to say: I Didn’t Know that Nasrudin had a Greek passport too!!!
So I have come back for «payment» from all greeks over the age of 20 who even glance at my photo: I want a Nasrudin story.

As small change – and since i am now a StoryTeller – let me tell you that he did in fact come to London. He had heard that in that Great Metropolis even people who don’t work are paid – «The streets are paved with gold.» When he was told that the only work you had to do was to pick the money up, he could hardly credit it.
So, having found his way from Heathrow Airport via Picadilly Line train and number 36 bus (not without a number of bizarre encounters) to his cousin’s flat, he was amazed to see a ten pound note on the walkway in front of the door. He stared at it in amazement and then bent to pick it up.
But before his hand touched the note he straightened up again.
«No,» he said aloud, «I will start work tomorrow…»

Wednesday February 7, 2007 – 09:56pm (CET)

oops Athina, I left out your h… (English could really do with its theta – its «thorn» back again – it would make teaching children to read and write a little easier.)

Wednesday February 7, 2007 – 10:01pm (CET)

Hi All. I would add Rumi to the list of story-tellers from Konya. «Though water prevails over fire in might, Yet it boils by fire when in a cauldron» (from «Masnavi» translated by E.H. Whinfield). Also, anybody familiar with Calvin & Hobbes?

Friday February 9, 2007 – 01:40am (EST)


A man from an island walks in a street of a big city one day. Suddenly he stumbles on an old oil lamp and falls down. Very angry he turns and grabs the lamp; he is ready to smash it when a jinn comes out.
– There we go again! Couldn’t you be more careful? Say your wish very fast now and let’s get over with it.
– Can I ask for anything?
– Yes, anything. But make it fast. We are not going to stay here all day.
– Oh don’t worry; It’s something I always wanted to ask. You see I come from an island and I don’t want to travel there by boat or plane anymore. Can you build me a highway over the sea so that I can drive to my island?
– How far is your island?
– About 200 miles.
– What? This is impossible! I’m just a simple jinn! I am not God. I can’t make what you asked. Say another wish.
– Ok, no problem; don’t be so upset. Here is my other wish: can you make my wife obey me in everything; that when I tell her to sit that she sits and when I tell her to stand that she stands and I when I tell her to shut up that she shuts up; in one word, that she always does what I tell her to do without objecting and quarreling?
– How many lanes did you say you wanted your highway to have?

(I heard this the other day from a man who is about to get married. He is a lover of Nasrudin’s stories as well as of anything like it. Even nowadays that Greece is clearly oriented towards the west, the Nasrudin circle remains part of the Greek culture. Though the name -pronounced «Neshradin»- of the famous mullah is hardly ever mentionned, the stories are there: «The Camel’s way», «The Oven on Wheels», «The donkey who learned not to eat» e.t.c. )

Oop! Welcome, latest commentator Can! We share the same admiration for Mevlana Jelaledin Rumi! I used to have a copy of his Masnavi in French.

Friday February 9, 2007 – 01:05pm (EET)

@ simonsterg : I hate Eleni’s «what does it teach?». I am a very restless person and I can’t stand still and speculate on meanings. (I like reading though). Yet I admit that it works! Brings more stories about. We are grateful. Makes this blog so much richer. «The streets paved with gold» story is a typical Greek immigrant joke about New York. I didn’t know Nasrudin started it.
@ AKK : thanks; none of us knew the joke. It is very appropriate given the situation. In fact it sums up the situation. I’m going to tell it to Stavros on Sunday. He ‘d rather build a 200 mile bridge across the sea than make Eleni (+ me) listen to him right now.
@ ‘Can’ : welcome newcomer! Rumi? Why did the name make me think of the turning dervishes? I was sure there must have been something deeper behind the folkloric festival in Konya, Turkey. I’m not very much for mysticism, but these people (are they monks?) actually DO something. I like outgoing action -& if possible, miracles.

My name is Athina like the name of the city with the stress in the last syllable. But I’d hate to be called «Athens». So you may call me by the nice diminutive NANA

Friday February 9, 2007 – 11:18pm (EET)

Έλληνες φίλοι και φίλες στενάχωριεστε, το ξέρω, που όλα αυτά είναι στα Αγγλικά. Πάλι καλά να λέτε γιατί θα μπορούσε να είναι στα Γαλλικά ή στα Ιταλικά ή και στα Τούρκικα. Για παρηγοριά σας θυμίζω πως 3 από τους σπουδαιότερους Έλληνες ποιητές (κι ανάμεσά τους κι ο Εθνικός ποιητής μας) τα Ελληνικά δεν ήταν η πρώτη τους γλώσσα. Κάλβος, Σολωμός, Καβάφης. Ξέρω προσωπικά έναν Αλβανικής καταγωγής που βγάζει το ψωμί τους σαν μαραγκός στην Αθήνα και γράφει ωραιότατα ποιήματα στα Ελληνικά. Μην ήσαστε «ανάδελφοι» λοιπόν. Διάβαστε αργά και θα τα καταλάβετε. Αργά -λέω μωρέ! Οι Έλληνες άμα θέλουν όλα τα καταλαβαίνουν.

Friday February 9, 2007 – 11:26pm (EET)

Thanks Nana and AKK. As far as I know, Rumi inspired the creation of the Mevlevi order which is more popularly known as the whirling dervishes. There is so much symbolism in their mystical dance, a ritual called “Sema” in Turkish. It is of course a means for spiritual development for these dervishes and I agree this is more outgoing than mystics who live in a cave or remain secretive. In these whirling dervish performances you hear some amazing music too. To me the main miracle is they are able to dance for so long and the scientific explanation has something to do with the way they hold their heads at a certain angle. This supposedly helps them to adjust to the tilt and the movement of the earth.

Sunday February 11, 2007 – 09:55am (EST)

There are too a few «Nasrudin» stories form Rumi…
This one «means» there is a limit to how useful «information» can be:

«I can read minds,» said Nasrudin.
«Really? Then, tell me, what have I got in my pocket?»
A look of deep concentration came over the Mulla’s face: «Mmm.. it’s something produced by a chicken… smoothe… fits in the palm of your hand… it’s edible… brown… shaped like an egg…»
«Yes, but what is it?»
«Some kind of cake?»

@AKK – I did, actually, LOL with «how many lanes?»

Sunday February 11, 2007 – 09:06pm (CET)

Now let me say «what this teaches». It teaches that information is nothing (no matter the wonderous way we got it), if we are unable to read it. In other words it’s sometimes better for us to know less and be able to understand more.
I’m not much of a philosopher -I just know this from everyday life.

Monday February 12, 2007 – 02:03am (PST)

written on my belly -1


Pregnant like in a portrait by Nanouris

  • * This is a cool painting by Nanouris, a contemporary Greek artist. We agreed with Nana to use it as buddy icon in Flickr. So when you see this, instead of my Icarus-elle, don’t be surprised. It means that Nana will be out there in the streets; I’ll stay inside enjoying the joys and worries of the harem and nursery.

  • * I am getting bored. After «The Grapes of Wrath» , the 2 volumes of which we shared and read together with everybody in the house, I don’t want to read anything else. A fireplace would be nice and I often dream of my fireplace in Ikaria; but there is no fireplace in the flat in Athens; just the TV.

  • * Cooking is fine -as long as there is a CD player around.

  • * When I walk in the streets of Athens, people push to the side and look up to me as if I was Goddess Isis. I wish I was a real goddess and could move all the obstacles and parked bikes and cars away from the sidewalks. La frégate à trois ponts que je suis devenue can’t manouver through these narrow passages.

  • * My doctor wanted to take photographs of my pregnant body. He says it’s a sight and he asked me long and a lot about hiking. It’s about my spine, my chestbone and the muscles of my thighs -how fine they look for my age. The good doctor is amazed; but I am embarassed. If he was an artist, I wouldn’t. It’s funny that he is a gynaecologist and the setting really gets me down. «Can we make it somewhere more artistic and sensual?» I asked. He laughed. I hope he forgets about it. Yet Nana scolds me. She thinks I should model for the sake of science and for the promotion of living outdoors. Nana is a maniac.

    my pregnant belly

  • * I’m inside an extra large, extra comfortable couch and writing this on my belly. In this house of gadgets there is a portable computer, so small that looks like a calculator. Then it is connected to the house computer and the text gets copy-pasted in my blog. So these are the «written on my belly» entries.




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We more than beware… We are holding our breaths!

Wednesday December 6, 2006 – 11:16pm (EET)

Yep, and I WANT PICTURES TOO! after the fact, if not of She-Who-Never-Shows-Her-Face, then of the wee one for sure.

Thursday December 7, 2006 – 11:56am (PST)

I’m on my couch too waiting for happy news. Don’t make me wait too much and, if I fall asleep, please wake me up when the reproduction process come to his end.
…And don’t be scared, with your hiking training this will be just a little walk. Baci

Saturday December 9, 2006 – 05:40pm (CET)

oo: – gotch her!.. Eleni behaved like a child; she shouldn’t have posted anything, written anything, about anything and on nothing at all. She should have been knitting or something. But now I ‘ve taken complete control. I have changed the passwords.

Her time is getting very close, anyway. From day to day? From hour to hour? We eventually found a parking space right outside the entrance of the flats and since then we keep the car parked there all the time. Everybody is very nervous. Eleni is calm, self-contained and mocks on us. I remembered that old ‘serenissima’ entry in her blog.

bye now

p.s. 1 Did I tell you I smoke now? We sit with Stavros in the balcony and we smoke like Turks. That’s the price for a natural birth.
p.s. 2 Please do not comment or send messages. We will not be able to answer them and to know that you may have send messages will add stress. So please do not write messages. Promise? Yes? Gooood. Thank you.

Saturday December 9, 2006 – 10:46pm (EET)