A Traveller's Halloween..........
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To See me, is to think you know me..............but
You see I am not the Cocoa Krispie Mum, who walks through the kitchen door...
I am a natural born traveller - I have the desire to see people who have different wants and different needs and different, or NO, goals - I need to see the beauty of a hand carved fountain, on a desolate Greek Mountain - I have to see the toothless goatherd smile, when I beam "yassas - ti kanete?" in my broken tongue.
I want to feel the juice of the apricot, picked fresh from their tree, dribble down my chin in the scented floral sunshine - I want to know what THEY know .....
- AHH! THERE'S THE RUB!!
There is a smell, you know? - it's special and it's only in Greece - doesn't matter which island (and I've seen a few)...it is a dry, herbal, sticky, happy scent, which I have experienced nowhere else.
You first pick it up when you leave behind the Taverna and the Kafeneon, and the click-clack, coffee drenched, aura of the backgammon board, and take the dusty one track road up to.... who knows where? and frankly - who cares?
There is a freedom, a lack of fear and a sense of adventure, found when wandering through a village of broken down and yet, inhabited, structures of rough grey stone...
...and a strange lack of surprise, when a tethered donkey takes a breather from snuffling up the scattered greens, to look - and sigh - and get back to business.
There is an unanswered question about that small patch of scuffed and antiquated mosaic, by the broken down chapel doorway...
...and a slip of gossamer clings to the long grass, as a forgotten breeze goes by...carrying the breath of eternal village life.
TODAY IS OCTOBER 31st 2005.
IN BIG CITY USA - I SPENT MY DAY TALKING GHOSTS AND GHOULS. MY CHILDREN SPENT A WHILE CHOOSING THE 'RIGHT' THING TO WEAR WHILST 'TRICK OR TREATING' FOR COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF CANDY.
Meanwhile, in Greece...
The goats still need herding - the ancient mosaic tiles still crack with the random forces of the spreading wildflowers and the bitter European winter.
But...
Summer will come again, soon enough, to the valley below and so will the beer-swilling, fish'n'chip chomping brits and deutsch - Ambre Solaire (factor 8) and lounger-hogging towels in hand.
SADLY, TODAY I HAVE CHOCOLATE ON MY CHIN - (and not apricots).....
You see I am not the Cocoa Krispie Mum, who walks through the kitchen door...
I am a natural born traveller - I have the desire to see people who have different wants and different needs and different, or NO, goals - I need to see the beauty of a hand carved fountain, on a desolate Greek Mountain - I have to see the toothless goatherd smile, when I beam "yassas - ti kanete?" in my broken tongue.
I want to feel the juice of the apricot, picked fresh from their tree, dribble down my chin in the scented floral sunshine - I want to know what THEY know .....
- AHH! THERE'S THE RUB!!
There is a smell, you know? - it's special and it's only in Greece - doesn't matter which island (and I've seen a few)...it is a dry, herbal, sticky, happy scent, which I have experienced nowhere else.
You first pick it up when you leave behind the Taverna and the Kafeneon, and the click-clack, coffee drenched, aura of the backgammon board, and take the dusty one track road up to.... who knows where? and frankly - who cares?
There is a freedom, a lack of fear and a sense of adventure, found when wandering through a village of broken down and yet, inhabited, structures of rough grey stone...
...and a strange lack of surprise, when a tethered donkey takes a breather from snuffling up the scattered greens, to look - and sigh - and get back to business.
There is an unanswered question about that small patch of scuffed and antiquated mosaic, by the broken down chapel doorway...
...and a slip of gossamer clings to the long grass, as a forgotten breeze goes by...carrying the breath of eternal village life.
TODAY IS OCTOBER 31st 2005.
IN BIG CITY USA - I SPENT MY DAY TALKING GHOSTS AND GHOULS. MY CHILDREN SPENT A WHILE CHOOSING THE 'RIGHT' THING TO WEAR WHILST 'TRICK OR TREATING' FOR COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF CANDY.
Meanwhile, in Greece...
The goats still need herding - the ancient mosaic tiles still crack with the random forces of the spreading wildflowers and the bitter European winter.
But...
Summer will come again, soon enough, to the valley below and so will the beer-swilling, fish'n'chip chomping brits and deutsch - Ambre Solaire (factor 8) and lounger-hogging towels in hand.
SADLY, TODAY I HAVE CHOCOLATE ON MY CHIN - (and not apricots).....
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