Born by London Bridge, the river Thames is with me always. I am a true cockney (born within the sound of Bow Bells) though to hear me you would not think so, for I moved aged 9 from the poor east end of London with its docks closing to a tiny Oxfordshire village, population 300, plus its Lord of the Manor! So began my journey of spanning two different worlds. My parents met because of WWII, when my Mum was evacuated from the Isle of Dogs to another small village in rural Oxfordshire. With childhood stories of how my east end family, the Browns, survived the Blitz and of how my Italian grandparents, the Giannandreas, took another leap of faith, leaving Italy to make a new home in Oxford at the turn of the century, it's in my blood to keep moving on, exploring different worlds.
Greek coffee Filter Nescafe Cappucino Latte Frappe Frappe with ice cream and caramel
There’s no lack of coffee or cafe’s to try along Milina seafront. In fact there’s a really good choice with some dozen venues from which to choose. I’ve tried them all and I am still searching for a cup of coffee that is creamy and smooth.
But wait, I think this may be it – – –
– – – A frappe with a little sugar – yes, yes, yes, it is yummy!
Sitting on this peninsular in an area of Greece still largely unnoticed to anyone except the Greek people, I ponder on the limits of broadband here. It’s as if the broad in broadband has disappeared and the bandwidth has become as narrow as the peninsular itself.
I think back to my frustrations in trying to join a conference call last week. There were seven of us in total. Six in America and me in Pelion. I had assumed that video might be a stretch and imagined being on air just long enough to smile and say hello, then switching to audio only. What I had not envisaged was being unable to see the others at all and the audio breaking up often, resulting in them never being able to hear me and me being unable to hear them for several minutes at a time. In the end, I’d sent a couple of texts when I couldn’t communicate in any other way. Wow, was I frustrated.
And then I caught sight of myself in this ridiculous pose. Like watching myself in an old black and white silent movie, my hand gestures and facial expressions had become more and more grandiose as my frustrations grew!
Oh how funny and absurd us human beings are in this technical world!!!
How silly I now feel. Yes it mattered to me to be in touch with my peers, a set of special women who had trained together and shared much. But there’d be other meetings in future.
Right now what’s most important is that here I am in this secret place in Greece where life is simple and rich in ways that many of us have forgotten. Here my decisions revolve around what time to have a swim, should I buy fish today as the boat comes in, and whether I have enough fresh fruit and vegetables or do I need a top up from the truck that passes by. I thank God for giving me the chance to be here and experience life that is more down to earth and real.
I have become so relaxed after these few weeks that even writing a blog post now takes much longer.
It’s okay to slow down, I say. I can feel each muscle relax and I breathe 🙂
Looking out from Milina, on the Pelion peninsular, the Pagasetic Gulf looks like a lake on many occasions. At such times it’s hard to believe it is part of the Mediterranean.
I love many of the views but there is one in particular that always catches my eye ….
Looking at the photos I had downloaded onto my laptop, I suddenly realised how similar this view looked to one I had loved and become very familiar with while living in Lake County California.
Here’s a photo of that view – not the best but the only one I can find while sitting here in Greece – so that you can see what I mean by similar scenes.
Does it look similar to you, too? I’d love to know what you think. Remember, you can comment by clicking comment next to this blog post (or to any of the posts here).
I am still amazed by these two views when I consider how far apart they are from each other ….
When I thought about how I might be attracted to places because of shapes that attract me, I decided to call this post “Favourite places, favourite patterns”.
I hope it’s been fun for you to see these two views and to think about places and shapes, scenes and patterns that you find attractive and enjoyable to see.
Seeing these two pictures together makes me think about a topic related to how our brains work that fascinates me. It’s called pattern recognition (pattern recognition describes a cognitive process that matches information from a stimulus with information retrieved from memory) –more about that in one of my other blogs!
Recently I arrived in Greece and when siting down one evening to enjoy a glass of wine, which turned out to be a particularly delicious light dry white, I was amused as I tried to read the description on the bottle. I said to my partner, “It’s all Greek to me” and then I collapsed in giggles as the perfection of that phrase hit me. I mean just look at this writing ……
If it were French I might not be able to understand but at least I could attempt to read it. In the case of the Greek language I am completely mesmerised and paralysed. And no, I am not referring to the word paralytic, as one might be after rather too many glasses of Ouzo …. more on that later!
Meanwhile here is a friend’s comment I received on facebook when I posted this photo of the wine bottle there …. she wrote:
“Is a white wine from an area called Aigialia , this wine has a bright colour with the flavour of peach and lemon orange flavours.refreshing you can drink it with white meat , fish pasta, cheese“