Life in Kyparrisia !
The Greek G and T is a very pleasant pick-me-up when fatigued from Too Much Eating, served with its own deep dish of deliciously crunchable sparkling ice with the gin measure poured with the same lavish abandon I use when pouring our olive oil onto aubergines before baking !
Out at sea , the ‘teens’ we have four, plus their friends, have splashed and jumped about in the strong waves at the shore and swum merrily round the boat in deeper water taking artistic underwater photographs of their bikini tops, potential six packs and feet.
Driving endlessly up and down sheer mountainsides in the searing heat has sent us all slightly crazy..an ideal state of mind for experiencing Euripides’ ‘Bacchae’ performed at the ancient ampitheatre of Epidauros amidst a backdrop of sweet cypress and under a (probably) gibbous moon. Our seats were fantastic with comfy cushions and we were able to surreptitiously and happily quaff our secret stash of wine.The young actors performed with such vitality that the entire audience were stricken with the rhythmic vision and sound of the semi naked, shrieking and writhing supporting chorus and a lithe silver haired Dionysus whose divine arrogance unleashed Agave’s inner howling shewolf tearing apart her own son and brandishing his head upon a pole in her alcoholic and frenzied bloodlust… You can’t beat Greek Tragedy for extreme anguish…an excellent evening’s entertainment.
The mountain views and sites of antiquity on our journey have been utterly spectacular. Standing sentinel, the ancient hewn Cyclopean stones cradle the burial tombs of Mycenean kings, whilst the lush greenery is fed richly with pure icy water, gushing profusely from the sedimentary limestone layers of the mountains, flowing in translucent streams to milky bowls of jade in fabulous natural .pools such as the Kasarma and Neda waterfalls
The surrounding flora is redolent with aroma and character: fruiting banana palms on the beach, toppling pineapple palms and fig trees around every corner. Aquiline Cypress standing tall against the landscape populate the mountains and luminous bouganvilia, jaqaranda and oleander flowers line the roadside, with glistening orange , lemon, bergamot and lime trees along the walkways. Squat and silvered olive trees speckle the panorama in every conceivable direction, and produce the very best flavoured olives in all of Greece .
As for the herbs; bushels of basil and rosemary, lemon balm, peppermint, lemon verbena, sage, lavender , oregano, marjoram and mountain tea perfume the air with delicious mixed aromas attracting beautiful yellow frittiliaries. At our house, overgrown primordial agaves, untended for twelve years, had stretched their octopus tendrils possessively across the path and had to be vigorously chastened with a serious chopping for their unseemly growth.
As for local fauna, we have been captured by a pride of feral kittens and are now held hostage by the porch by basking and draping felines on our on window sills who cavort about our feet as we gingerly skip to the car, greeting us with an uncharacteristic boldness and body size due to sentimental family members feeding them unwisely large portions of Gourounopoulo pork and kit e kat treats… Today we were given some freshly laid eggs, we fried them for our lunch and ate them on the veranda…can’t get much better than that…