Walking in the streets of Greece you may stumble upon such vendors. Unlike in Canada you do not purchase any lottery ticket at a gas station or convenience store. Here they are still old school and prefer a much more unique way of selling tickets. These vendors, are mobile and can be usually found on the corner of any major intersection. some even walk with broom sticks, to which attached they have the lottery tickets for you to chose from, and will even come up to you on a patio while having your daily frappe. This brings me back to my child hood when I first visited Greece in summer 1992 I remember asking my mother what was pined on the display. I remember her explaining me in to detail what it was, then grabbed my hand and gave me some lose change and told me to go pick one. Sadly, it was not the winner ! lol
Easter In Greece 2012
Τετάρτη 4 Απριλίου 2012
Laxeio . . .
Walking in the streets of Greece you may stumble upon such vendors. Unlike in Canada you do not purchase any lottery ticket at a gas station or convenience store. Here they are still old school and prefer a much more unique way of selling tickets. These vendors, are mobile and can be usually found on the corner of any major intersection. some even walk with broom sticks, to which attached they have the lottery tickets for you to chose from, and will even come up to you on a patio while having your daily frappe. This brings me back to my child hood when I first visited Greece in summer 1992 I remember asking my mother what was pined on the display. I remember her explaining me in to detail what it was, then grabbed my hand and gave me some lose change and told me to go pick one. Sadly, it was not the winner ! lol
Oregano ?!?! . . . .
Glancing quickly at this image it could be mistaken for something else rather than Oregano a.k.a ΡΙΓΑΝΗ. There is a common known story that I have lived through a few years back and which I am sure many of us who have traveled to Greece have experienced on their own. At Toronto Pearson airport upon my arrival I was one of many pulled aside and was the lucky winner of a search... Having brought back many things ( that I shouldn't have ) Cretan Oregano was one of the items that I probably should have left behind. Wrapped in a similar package, it could be easily mistaken for weed... I couldn't stress enough the fact that it was a spice and not something to be smoked. A few days ago with my sister Sophia and her friend we visited a market and although accustomed to seeing such a thing, i fell for the typical stereotype and thought that it was weed... #joysofbeinggreek
Encounter with Greek Police . . .
Wednesday, April 4th 2012
Yesterday, While walking in Monastiraki, my sister Foivi pointed out to me that the police where going around asking random people for their "Ταυτοτιτα" (identification papers) and to those that didn't have any valid ID on them, where taken in to the police station and placed under temporary arrest. Foivi advised me that it would be wise to always carry my passport with me just in case my Canadian drivers licence wouldn't be sufficient. Today after my sister Sophia and I took her mom to the doctors we stopped to at a super market to get some groceries. My sister went in and I decided to stay and keep her mom company. Respecting the fact that she doesn't smoke, I stepped out side to smoke and talk to her through the window. All of a sudden, 5 Cops on motor cycles pull up and 2 of them go up to one random guy siting on his motorcycle asking for ID. The other 3 pull up right beside me and ask me for my ID. I hand them my licence which says Georges William Crentiris ( now here is a random fact, if my papers where made in Greece, they would have said George Crentiris Georges aka George my fathers Georges Crentiris, confusing I know. lets say my sisters for Example says George Crentiris Sophia.... they always state the the fathers name on ID here) ANYWAYS lol... The cop asks me my name, I respons Georges, he then asks for my fathers name, I reply George.... He then asks who is William, I reply my grandfather... and he then asks where i get that from.... anyways i had to explain that in Canada we have middle names and do not attach our fathers 1st name to our names.... he then asks me my birthday ( clearly sated on my ID...) then asks who the woman sitting in the car is.... when did my sister get the car etc... in the meanwhile the other cop was on Radio with immigration verifying who I was... At this point not knowing what is going on I was shitting bricks.
While all that is going on... the cop decides to be all buddy buddy with me and asks me about life in Toronto, asks if I know his cousin with the name Papadopoulos... we ended up shooting the shit until my papers where given back to me.... and was advised to always carry my passport on me to save time for and if there is a next time...
When my sister Foivi got home from work and I told her what had happened, she died of laughter and told me that next time before coming to Greece not to be so tanned to they don't mistake me for someone else HAHAHAH
Yesterday, While walking in Monastiraki, my sister Foivi pointed out to me that the police where going around asking random people for their "Ταυτοτιτα" (identification papers) and to those that didn't have any valid ID on them, where taken in to the police station and placed under temporary arrest. Foivi advised me that it would be wise to always carry my passport with me just in case my Canadian drivers licence wouldn't be sufficient. Today after my sister Sophia and I took her mom to the doctors we stopped to at a super market to get some groceries. My sister went in and I decided to stay and keep her mom company. Respecting the fact that she doesn't smoke, I stepped out side to smoke and talk to her through the window. All of a sudden, 5 Cops on motor cycles pull up and 2 of them go up to one random guy siting on his motorcycle asking for ID. The other 3 pull up right beside me and ask me for my ID. I hand them my licence which says Georges William Crentiris ( now here is a random fact, if my papers where made in Greece, they would have said George Crentiris Georges aka George my fathers Georges Crentiris, confusing I know. lets say my sisters for Example says George Crentiris Sophia.... they always state the the fathers name on ID here) ANYWAYS lol... The cop asks me my name, I respons Georges, he then asks for my fathers name, I reply George.... He then asks who is William, I reply my grandfather... and he then asks where i get that from.... anyways i had to explain that in Canada we have middle names and do not attach our fathers 1st name to our names.... he then asks me my birthday ( clearly sated on my ID...) then asks who the woman sitting in the car is.... when did my sister get the car etc... in the meanwhile the other cop was on Radio with immigration verifying who I was... At this point not knowing what is going on I was shitting bricks.
While all that is going on... the cop decides to be all buddy buddy with me and asks me about life in Toronto, asks if I know his cousin with the name Papadopoulos... we ended up shooting the shit until my papers where given back to me.... and was advised to always carry my passport on me to save time for and if there is a next time...
When my sister Foivi got home from work and I told her what had happened, she died of laughter and told me that next time before coming to Greece not to be so tanned to they don't mistake me for someone else HAHAHAH
A afternoon in Monastiraki . . .
Tuesday April 3rd 2012
One of my favorite things to do when in Athens is to go and walk for endless hours in Monastiraki. Monastiraki is known for it's small streets, interlacing among one an other... all leading to something new. Walking by specialty stores, you can catch a wif of Greece via it's many spices, coffees,oils and food... If you take the opportunity and time to stop every so often and look up you will notice the beautiful architecture surrounding you and even some original enthimeons. If you look in a specific direction, depending on where you are you can even see the ruins of the Acropolis perched on top of a "small" mountain over looking all of Athens....
One of our favorite restaurants in Monastiraki is a family owned ΣΟΥΒΛΑΤΖΙΔΙΚΟ (Greek "fast food" joint) called ΘΑΝΑΣΗΣ (Thanasis aka Tom's). There you will find the most popular typical Greek food, but they are reputably known for their "kebabs" (Minced meat patties served wrapped in a pita with tzazki, tomatoes, onions, mustard and fries) a flavorful wrap that demonstrates various "tastes" of Greece. The decor is simplistic yet inviting creating a "homie" making you feel right at home. Hanging on the walls various photographs of famous people having eaten there, family photos and various news paper clippings with their accomplishments and achievements.
Easter is just around the corner and for Greek Orthodox it's all about tradition. One of many when a god parent is to buy your godchild a ΛΑΜΒΑΔΑ (lambada, a decorative candle) , dress shoes and an outfit for church. In Greece there is definitively a much larger variety to chose from. An other tradition is to have at the house, ΤΣΟΥΡΕΚΙΑ (laced bread with a painted red egg in the middle) ΚΟΥΛΟΥΡΑΚΙΑ ( laced cookies) ΜΕΛΟΜΑΚΑΡΟΝΑ & ΚΟΥΡΑΒΙΕΔΕΣ (traditional sweets), offerings prior and after Easter festivities.
My Sister Sophia & I in Monastiraki |
View from a side street leading to the Acropolis |
One of my favorite things to do when in Athens is to go and walk for endless hours in Monastiraki. Monastiraki is known for it's small streets, interlacing among one an other... all leading to something new. Walking by specialty stores, you can catch a wif of Greece via it's many spices, coffees,oils and food... If you take the opportunity and time to stop every so often and look up you will notice the beautiful architecture surrounding you and even some original enthimeons. If you look in a specific direction, depending on where you are you can even see the ruins of the Acropolis perched on top of a "small" mountain over looking all of Athens....
Patio of Thanasis |
One of our favorite restaurants in Monastiraki is a family owned ΣΟΥΒΛΑΤΖΙΔΙΚΟ (Greek "fast food" joint) called ΘΑΝΑΣΗΣ (Thanasis aka Tom's). There you will find the most popular typical Greek food, but they are reputably known for their "kebabs" (Minced meat patties served wrapped in a pita with tzazki, tomatoes, onions, mustard and fries) a flavorful wrap that demonstrates various "tastes" of Greece. The decor is simplistic yet inviting creating a "homie" making you feel right at home. Hanging on the walls various photographs of famous people having eaten there, family photos and various news paper clippings with their accomplishments and achievements.
The Easter Lambades |
Dinner with a friend , an evening I will never forget . . .
Saturday, March 31st 2012
Chrisanthy came to pick me up from my sisters polikatoikia around 9:30pm feeling bad that she had been working the entire day, I offered that I drive and take my sister's car ( a small Hundai Getz). Finally decided where we wanted to go, and thankfully Chrisanthy had her GPS we made our way to down town Athens. Along the way we somewhat caught up on what we have missed out on each others life since 2009. Following the GPS's directions, we finally made it in the area of the restaurant. The GPS indicated that I needed to turn left, blinker on and ready to turn, there is this big down hill, leading to the street where we need to go. Now all this may seem normal to you , ( wish I took a picture to show but i guess my narration must do). In Canadian standards this "street" wouldn't even qualify as an alley way but as a walk way. With cars parked on the right, and barely any room for the car to go through, we had to make our way down. Any normal Greek driver, would have already made it down by now but being somewhat cautious, I folded the side miror in and proceeded with the car in nutral. The both of us laughing our heads off we finally made it down. Finally arrived to our destination in the Kolonaki area, there is evidently no parking untill last minute, yet on an other side street, but this time cars parked on both sides, there was an opening big enough for the car. After several manouvres, the car is parked, just one small details, no cars could get through. Back to the drawing board it was. Now being typical Canadian we looked for a payed parking lot annd parked the car.
Arrived at the restaurant it is as if Chrisanthy knew what time of environment i liked. This restaurant was perfect to the T. the decor was somewhat urban yet traditional, classy yet casual but also cozy at the same time. Oddly enough we both ordered the same food.... Mpiftekia mai patates tiganites ( beef patty & home made fries... Sitting at the dinner table, we where both able to fully catch up on each others Kotsobolio ( gossip/news). The food topped it all off, tasted home made, to the point you could "taste" Greece.
The night as young as us we headed to a different part of Kolonaki and experienced the Greek bar hopping. The 1st place we entered was called "TEN" the place was rammed to the ceiling. mingled our way through the crowd to the bar we ordered our drinks. 3 songs later, they start playing English music, to think i thought the place was already wild, i had to take a second guess. The minute S&M by Rhianna came on, it was a whole diffrent place. Everyone went crazy. We both decided to head over to the next place, where to our surprise yet again was just perfect, various types of music, having a blast time flying by, was time for us to head back home. Kolonaki is an area that is on a "mountain" so although making our way down was easy we had to walk all the way back up to fetch the car, now having had a few it made it a lot more interesting. Looking behind us you can see all the way down, Chrisanthy holding my arm so she wouldn't fall, I remember saying " if you wall and drag me down this would make for an interesting story, the two of us roling 4 blocks down not being able to stop hahahah". The ride home seemed faster then the ride there. untill the next time...
Morning in Greece . . .
When living the " Greek life" it seems to be a tradition that once you wake up, to head to the kitchen and make your self a frappe. Once that is done, open up the shutters and make your way to the balcony, grab a seat in the sun and light up a smoke. This is what I call my morning ritual... It is truly something, sitting on the balcony and to listen to the noises of Athens... The papakia driving by, the Paliatzis making his announcements, people honking, and pedestrians just talking away gossiping about everything. It is these particular moments that one will always remember, and when back home and missing Greece, all you have to do is close your eyes and paint your self this image and you will feel as if you where there....
Leaving Toronto...
March 29th 2012,
Arrived at Pearson airport, checked in my luggage and not to my surprise my suite case was over weight. This is where the typical Greek stereotype falls in to place. Once people around you find out that you are headed to Greece, they will "con" you in their own way and give you a bunch of things to give to those that await for you in Greece. This typical stereotype is reality but I must admit that I did bring on my own several things for my family and friends.
Once checked in Mama & I gathered at Pearson's Swiss chalet where we had a brief dinner before i took off for Greece.... Here in this picture, we are outside having our last smoke... and yes as most Europeans, we do have that "bad" habit. Habit that I will put an end to (hopefully) May 6th when i return to Canada. I plan on having my last smoke at Eleutherios Benizelos airport prior getting on to my return flight.....
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