oi, an
excursion... while navigating winding passageways in a little village on the
island of Naxos, an elderly silver haired
gent popped out of his doorway and greeted me with a tin of sweets. he spoke
zero english, and I of course spoke zero greek,
thus we began a game of charades (thank goodness body language is somewhat
universal). was able to decipher that he's
in his 90's and lives alone, he has a daughter living in the States, and his
wife had passed away long ago. after a fun game
of hand gestures, he delightfully invited me inside to see his home, pointing
out photographs of his family and such, babbling
in greek, I nodded and smiled, we bonded. the interior was truly authentic
and full of greek treasures, he still had his wife's
vanity table (so cute), and prepared his meals in a little fire pit area with
beautiful pots and pans. he also had a tiny nook in
the rear of the home, where he'd constructed a religious shrine, so unique,
was absolutely old world, snaking back to that
cavernous alcove was like being transported to another era (hello fantasy
island, except I arrived on deh sailboat, deh sailboat,
not deh plane, deh plane).
Naxos. Greece. 2005
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