• Home
  • Download
    • Premium Version
    • Free Version
    • Downloadable
    • Link Url
      • Example Menu
      • Example Menu 1
  • Social
  • Features
    • Lifestyle
    • Sports Group
      • Category 1
      • Category 2
      • Category 3
      • Category 4
      • Category 5
    • Sub Menu 3
    • Sub Menu 4
  • Travel
  • Contact Us

footer logo

Write Words


Because the island of Samos is small, we decided the best way to see all of the island was to rent a car.   Ironically we set out for the town of Samos, the largest town on the island, in the smallest car Chris and I have ever ridden (see a Facebook post for said toy car).  Nestled into a cozy harbor, the town with it's white houses built among the ascending sides of the mountain was picture perfect.

I like to spot the everyday, normal life when I'm in a new place.  So here in this place that I will always deem "paradise" was scene after scene of souls living out their daily life.  Somehow, hanging laundry outside to dry just seems so much more exotic in Samos!




If you'll remember me already referring to my door addiction, I was on door overload and could have quite possibly had a door overdose!  Of course I loved the Greek blue doors with their quaint charm and "come on in" attitude ... but it was the doors that were old, adorned with weathering paint, held chains and locks that best captured my imagination.  
Open up, Oh Ancient Gates.
Open up, Oh Ancient Doors.
And let the King of Glory enter.
Psalm 24:7

I couldn't help but wonder what secrets lie behind the age, weathered paint, chains and locks.  They were such a symbolic  picture of those things in  my life that were kept secret far too long - things that were covered in shame, guilt, condemnation or remorse.  These things - that when brought into the light - were set free, given wings and the truth of who I am still rang true despite their accusing voices.

Open up, Oh Ancient Gates.  Open up, Oh ancient Doors ...Greek doors ... with age, weathered paint, chains and locks.And let the King of Glory enter!





To my friends who have cats, I'm sorry I've been such a hater.  I'm sorry your cats have irritated, bothered, scared and creeped me out.  I'm sorry that when I smelled your cat liter box when I walked into your home, I considered leaving.  I'm sorry.  

Greece has given me a like - dare I say the other "L" word - for felines.  Now granted, I like/possibly love the Greek cats ... who live outside ... who don't use a litter box held captive somewhere in my house ... who look at you with a flippant welcome that neither demands you pet it, acknowledge it or develop any sort of emotional attachment.  These cats ... these cats I like/love.





I had a "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" impression of all Greeks.  Not true ... or mostly not true.  This large, in your face, windex spraying stereotype was not what we encountered on the street among strangers.  Warm.  Friendly.  Humble.  Proud.  Polite.  Hospitable.  This is what we encountered on the streets, cafes, and shops.  

When no one was looking, I got in "spy" mode, attached the zoom lens and shot the following pictures.  We met some very lovely people:  
  • two young people, Stavros and Flora, who worked at the Wine museum
  • Vasilisi, our 19 year-old-waiter at the beach who lost his Dad (named Chris) a few years ago
  • an older waiter whose name we've forgotten but works off season in Athens as a fisherman
  • a younger waiter, Marios, from Albania, who has been a newlywed for two weeks
  • two families who run a family-run restaurant
  • Nikolos, our rent-a-car guy who is 23 and remembered we had an almost 22 year-old daughter --- back off, Niko!
  • the bakery guy who was schooled in Canada but is from Samos


Each were ethnically proud to be Greek.  Despite economic downfalls, each had a deep respect and love for not only their country but also their family.  Family is important ... really important.  You stand on the shoulders of those who've come before you.  You support, remember, and honor those who are left beside you.   College educated, like Stavros, Flora and another young man who's family owns a restaurant, there are little opportunities to make a living and stay in Greece.  In the words of our older waiter, "But ... they always remember where they come from!" in reference to those young people who must go abroad to find work.  






And wherever you went, there is was:  Greek Blue.  Greek blue ... displaying physically the pride of the Greek people and its' country.  I will always love Greek blue.











Older Posts Home

About Me

My photo
I love to write. I love to tell stories. I've been writing since I was a kid; it's just something I do. With a cup of coffee in one hand, I attempt to show our ordinary life in an up close, personal, and authentic way. I make no apologies for my belief in a Life Author, God, who desires to show us who He is. Thus, I see our journeys as purposeful adventures. I am a wife. My Chris and I have been married since 1991. Everyday I wake up and find him in my bed, looking at me with no makeup on and dark circles under my eyes, I thank GOD he is a man of faithful endurance! I am Mom to 3 girls: Addison, Parker and Libby. They challenge me to be all I was created to be. I hope you come away with something useful, inspiring, humorous, or helpful. That's my goal ... and why I scribble words on a page. Enjoy!
View my complete profile

Categories

Bono 1 Christina 4 Fahrenheit 11 God 22 O.U. 1 Stuart 5 Thanksgiving 5 World view 12 addison 23 american culture 31 anxiety 21 austrian culture 46 babies 1 back to school 7 bettina 3 birthdays 5 books 7 change 8 chechnya 1 childhood memories 13 christmas 48 coffee 7 coming home 6 dad 5 daddy's and daughters 3 daughters 47 death 6 faith 19 family 20 fear 10 feet 4 following jesus 82 freedom 8 friendships 20 gay marriage 1 grace 6 grief 4 heartache 4 heaven 4 home 6 hormones 4 jesus 7 jews 5 knowing God 92 language 8 letting go 10 libby 28 life 19 life overseas 62 living overseas 18 looking back 2 marriage 9 mentoring 14 miscarriage 2 missing home 3 motherhood 31 moving 15 my chris 21 my mom 2 my sister 2 neighbors 1 new years 10 obedience 5 parker 12 prostitution 1 real life 41 religion 5 saying goodbye 15 self-image 6 serotonin 5 suffering 5 suicide 1 summer 5 thankfulness 11 the Bible 25 the Holy Spirit 48 the church 25 the list 5 tired 5 tornado 1 traditions 9 travel 16 trends 2 trust 11 visa 5 waiting 7 weakness 3 words 4

Recent Posts

Powered by Blogger.

Pageviews last month

Blog Archive

Search This Blog

Fahrenheit Mentoring

Fahrenheit Mentoring is a mentoring agency designed to help peole along the journey of life. My husband and I founded Fahrenheit in 2014 out of an expression of what we've done for over 25 years: mentor. To learn more, check out our website.

Followers

Pages

  • Home
  • Fahrenheit Mentoring

Like us on Facebook

Ordered List

Designed by OddThemes & Distributed by MyBloggerThemes