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eviafoxhouse · 4 years

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Chalkida the capital of Evia Island of "mad waters"

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Chalkida the capital of Evia Island of "mad waters"

Evia, the second largest island of Greece, lies in close proximity to Athens. Two bridges, the old “Sliding Bridge,” known as the Negroponte Bridge in the west and the impressive modern, “Suspended Bridge” provide an easy access to and from Greece’s mainland, connecting Evia with Sterea Ellada and, thus, justifying its description as a “continental island.” A verdant scenery in the north with dense pine forests, which literally end where the sea begins, mountainous villages and island-like towns with Cycladic characteristics in the south, countless beaches with crystal clear water overlooking the Aegean Sea or the Gulf of Evia, countless antiquity sites and landscapes of outstanding natural beauty, give travelers endless opportunities for all kinds of tourism.

When you have plenty of time for sightseeing or you are just a visitor over the weekend, take the island tour. Almost 80 km away from Athens and a road access to the rest of Evia, Chalkida, the city of the sacred spring Arethusa, is known for its famous tidal phenomenon, where once every six hours tidal currents reverse direction. The beautiful capital of the island, built on both sides of the Straits of Evripos, is also a favorite destination for a daytrip. Chalkida’s promenade is a famous meeting point as well as a starting place for a tour of the city. A beautiful esplanade for pedestrians pulsing day and night, since one finds dozens of cafes and restaurants along the waterfront.

There is a reference point, a place of attraction for Athenians and people from Central Greece, none other than beautiful Chalkida, the capital town of Evia, aka the “weekend island”! It could very well be seen as a suburb in the outskirts of Athens as a 45 minute drive – past the impressive High Bridge – will get you there. Have a coffee break by the seafront – a favourite place among the young – and enjoy the view of Evripos straits.

When lights are on, nightlife begins in a town with numerous bars and clubs for drinking and dancing until the wee hours of the morning. Once you’ve covered the town and you still have some time left, go on a tour in Northern Evia; the pine trees end where the seawaves begin.

The Karababa Castle perched on the hill in Khalkis (in mainland Greece part of town) just before crossing to Euboea, is its best attraction. Add to that it is totally free and you can reach it by car up to the entrance door with free parking in front and you don’t wanna miss it. The Castle dates back to 14 and 15 cent when the Ottomans took over the region from Venetians. Venetians tried to regain control by numerous attacks, so the Ottoman leader Karababa ordered this fortress stronghold to be built here on the strategic hill. Today, apart from the fortress ramparts from where are fab views of whole Khalkis and the new high bridge, there’s a little church in the middle and a museum in the furthest fortress part (do go there). The museum is small, but very informative about the region history powered by many archaeological artifacts and drawings. Karababas fortress, a superb Venetian fort, stands on the top of Kanithos hill, offering a bird’s eye view of the city and Evoikos Gulf.

Make a point of visiting the following quite impressive edifices: the Red House Chalkida– the city’s landmark, a neoclassical building with four clay statues on its top and the Town Hall, known for its beautiful harmonious architecture.

Don’t forget to visit: Τhe Archaeological Museum/ The Municipal Library/ the Municipal Art Gallery/ “Kamares” site/ the Roman Aqueduct/ Emir Zade Turkish Mosque / the Folk Art Museum/ the Spring of Arethousa/ the Railway Station/ the poet Giannis Skaribas’ tomb located at Karababas Fortress/ the Byzantine church of St. Nicholas and the Early Christian Basilica of St. Paraskevi; there is a big bazaar held on July 26th (St. Paraskevi feastday) and the city “wears” a festive mood!

Bright exceptions are a …norm for winter in Greece. Brilliant sunshine beckons you to get away, to steal off relaxing moments and …. detox yourself from the busy city rhythm only 25km from eviafoxhouse.

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cat-rescue-athens · 5 years

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#greekstraycats #greekstray #adoptastray #athenscats #adoptastraycat #catsfromgreece #athenscats #lookingforhome #helpagreekstray #saveastrayfromgreece #catadoption #catsofinstagram #kittensofinstagram #adoptdontshop #lifopets #cat_rescue_athens #γάτος #αδέσποτα #αδεσποτακι #γατακι #γατούλης #catfriends #catsofathens #open_cra_cages #tierschutzkatze #tierschutzkatzen #katzensucheneinzuhause ΧΊΠΗΣ – Cat Rescue Athens - scroll for English- 🆘🆘🆘🆘🆘🆘🆘🆘🆘🆘 ⚠️ Χρειαζόμαστε βοήθεια στα έξοδά του! Το ποσό είναι 900,00€ και δεν έχει συγκεντωθεί ακόμα! ⚠️Χρειαζόμαστε σπίτι να τον περιμένει μόλις βγει! Δεν υπάρχει καμία πρόταση ούτε καν για φιλοξενία!! Οι εικόνες μιλούν από μόνες τους. Ένα μάτσο κόκκαλα, με πληγές που έσταζαν αίμα στη μέση του πουθενά. Το σημάδι από το κολάρο ακόμα στο λαιμό του. Και αυτός να ακολουθεί και να σου γλύφει τα χέρια γεμάτος ευγνωμοσύνη. Και κάπως έτσι γινόμαστε Dog rescue. Ο Χίπης - όπως τον ονομάσαμε - νοσηλεύεται στο νοσοκομείο μικρών ζώων «Κυανούς Σταυρός» στη Χαλκίδα. Είναι θετικός σε ερλίχεια, καλαζάρ, έχει ψώρα και αναιμία. Ευτυχώς τα νεφρά είναι εντάξει. Θα νοσηλευτεί ένα μήνα και το κόστος θα είναι 900€. Αν μπορείτε να βοηθήσετε στείλτε μήνυμα στη σελίδα μας: https://www.facebook.com/CatRescueAthens/ HIPPIE – Cat Rescue Athens ⚠️We need help with his medical expenses! The total amount hasn't been raised yet! ⚠️We need a house waiting for him when he comes out of the clinic! Even a foster home! The pictures speak for themselves. A bunch of bones, with wounds that drip blood in the middle of nowhere. The sign from the collar still on his neck. And yet he still follows you and lick your hands with gratitude. And this is how we become a dog rescue. Hippie - as we called him - is being treated veterinary clinic «Κυανούς Σταυρός» in Chalkida. It is positive for ehrlichia, leishmaniasis, scabies and anemia. Fortunately the kidneys are ok. He will be hospitalized for a month and the cost will be 900 €! If you can help, please pm our page: https://www.facebook.com/CatRescueAthens/ Cat Rescue Αthens Αρ. Μητρώου Πρωτοδικείου Αθηνών: 31663 Ο στόχος μας είναι ξεκάθαρος: ~ Μέχρι και η τελευταία γάτα να έχει αγαπηθεί ~ (στην τοποθεσία Athens, Greece) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1blKzOIzUh/?igshid=15pc2jkrl4pu4

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isidoros1983 · 5 years

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EUBOEA (EVIA) ISLAND, GREECE : Firs and tamarisks, imposing mountains and endless beaches, fish and game, “drakospita” (dragon houses) and lighthouses, the Edipsos thermal springs, old monasteries, waterfalls, ravines, industrial monuments, stone-built guesthouses, the Cavo Doro Cape… and one capital, Chalkida, friendly and affordable, ideal for endless promenades by the sea. Yes, Evia, one of the most impressive greek islands, with its unique beauty, looking out towards the Aegean Sea, holds the whole of Greece within its shores!

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debbiehross · 7 years

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An introduction

I was asked by many friends before leaving NZ if I was going to write a blog. Having never done this before I thought it might be a good idea to give it a go even though I’m no writer, and am very techno challenged. And I have to wonder who would actually be bothered to read it anyway. But thanks to Alenka, who patiently tried to set me up one night before we left Auckland, I’m making a start. And Rebecca, who spent a little bit of time with us on the boat when we first arrived. So here goes…

Making a dream come true takes a lot of hard work…

It must be a ‘time-of-life’ thing – having a dream to cruise around the Med. We follow in the wake of many. It’s a time in ones life when your children are independent, there are no grandchildren to tug at your heart strings, the family pet has died (RIP Bessy) which also reminds me … without wanting to sound flippant, but both sets of parents have long passed, meaning no elderly dependents. We are free, in the most fabulous way. It’s a tangible feeling that both Chris and I feel. What gave us the final nudge was concluding the sale of our business last year. Although Chris remains a director for the time being, it accelerated our plans to escape the NZ winter.

Having spent last year researching boat models and options, which involved two trips to Europe to view vessels for sale between Spain, Italy, and Greece, we settled on a Ferretti 80 RPH (raised pilot house). It’s a production boat built for the Mediteranean waters, so should be easier to re-sell, it had the right amount of cabins; four, each with their own head (bathroom) so our friends and family could join us from time to time. It has crew quarters that are not too cramped – and which now house two crew. And it was in Greece. Where a huge piece of my heart still resides. Having spent many years here in my younger life.

She is far from being classified a Super Yacht – she’s more of a large family motor launch. We have renamed her Awanui. It is a beautiful sounding Maori name. And we were told that we needed to have a Maori name with at least two “A”s in it? Not sure exactly why? (Graham?) Anyway it looks lovely sign-written on the aft. Awanui means a large conch shell – or big river – we choose to think of it as the large shell. Not many big rivers around here.

We arrived on the 4th June 2017. Awanui has been residing in a little marina an hour north of Athens, called Nea Ataki. We have employed Captain Kostas, mainly as he lives here and overlooks the marina so it is easy to winter the boat in this little village. He has also had many years experience cruising all around the Med. So he may not be the young Greek God-like specimen I was hoping might take the helm – we’ve gone for experience instead. And he’s delightful.

So too is our Deckhand Essham. Who couldn’t be more sincere in his efforts to be helpful. Hesham is Egyptian, and has a young family living there to whom he remits all his wages. It makes you realize how precious employment is here and how big the sacrifices made, to ensure a steady income. Ironically our OE is coinciding with our daughters’, although she has noted the irony of her working in the refugee camp whilst weekending on the “luxury” boat.

It was by pure coincidence that her work with the NGO, Lighthouse, placed her in Ritsona, which is only a few miles from this Marina in Nea Ataki. She has been there for a month now and will join us for a week later in the Summer when her placement finishes.

Bex farewelling us before work.

Rebecca took us to her favourite Taverna in Chalkida, a great local spot. Although...clearly no need to book ahead!

Our first week in Greece involved fitting out the boat with all the toys we know we will enjoy over the coming months. We now have two foldup E-Bikes, two paddle boards, and two kayaks (the E bikes had to be sent from the UK because when researching Greece vendors from NZ, we simply got no response from the sports shops there despite many promises - so we ended up having to deal with a UK sports shop.

As we are not a Greek Boat, and VAT is not paid so we have a Transit Log. This means we cannot stay in Med longer than 6 months a year. We must have the Transit Log signed and stamped by the Customs Department and the Port Police before we can go cruising. But first we had to pay the electricity bill from the Marina.

This gave us a taste of Greek Beaurocracy.

To pay the electricity bill Chris went into Chalkida with Captain Kosta to the Port Harbour Masters Office. Capt Kosta marched Chris into a Board Room where a meeting was in full swing, and introduced him to the Mayor of Nea Atarki, the Mayor of Chalkida, the Head of the Port Authority and a couple of other Directors. After that slightly embarrassing interlude Chris then spent about 20 minutes trying to pay the bill. Behind a desk were three girls to take the 173 Euros. One talked, one computed the invoice, and one took the money.

Then a drive to the Customs Office to get the Transit Log signed. They went to the second floor where the Transit Log was filed and filled in our departure details. During that process the Customs Official went downstairs to the first floor, twice, to photocopy the documents and returned. Finally he sent Chris downstairs to get a stamp and signature from the Receptionist, who then handed them over to her Boss who entered Chris’s passport details into his computer, and signed and stamped them again. Chris then returned to the 2nd floor where the original Customs Official wrote an invoice for 40 Euros and sent them next door to the Cashier. The Cashier stopped his game of Sudoku to process the payment and kindly gave Chris an apricot to eat while he was doing it. Having eaten the apricot and paid the 40 Euros, Chris had to return to the Customs Officer again with his receipt and finally the Transit Log was handed over. But it doesn’t stop there.

Next stop was the Port Police, which was in another building a short drive away. Chris submitted the Transit Log to the Port Police who then wrote our departure details into a large ledger book on the counter. More stamping and signing - until finally they were free to go !!

We then stocked the pantry and the freezers. Captan Kosta drove us to his favourite places – one being the butcher who has 5 sons all of whom help to run the family butchery, and the farm that supplies the meat. There were photos of the cattle and their farm on the walls and we got to choose our cuts of meat from the whole beast. They chopped it up there and then. We were told that the farm is totally organic, which was pretty obvious, and that the animals are very happy. We like that.

The family farm - happy family of cows.

Choosing the eye fillet.

The next day, on Tuesday June 13th, we set off from Nea Ataki and motored a little way up the island of Evia to a little village called Limini. Absolutely delightful. We have now christened the E-bikes (I’m in love with my little Red bullet – goes like a rocket) and rode up to a lookout then back down to the town to buy fresh bread, pastries (naughty) and rock melon (peponi) for breakfast. Past a local fisherman beating his catch of Octopus on the rocks. Cleaning and tenderizing them. He was very happy to show us the biggest one – he had many.

Taken Capt. Kostas spot already!

Octopus fisherman in Limni.

Limni port and (below) town.

It is now Sunday afternoon, we are relaxing on the boat awaiting the arrival of out first guests from New Zealand. Rebecca and her workmate Anita drove from the refugee camp on Friday to Agios Konstandinos for the weekend. We motored around the bays to Agios Yeoryios. We had a great day Saturday soaking up the sun, swimming and paddle boarding and topped it off with freshly caught sardines for dinner, beautifully prepared by Hesham.

Hesham giving Anita a lesson on sardine prepartion.

The girls sun baking.

Chris overlooking arrival in Friday nights spot (Agios Yeoryios).

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globalvoices · 7 years

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In A Greek Refugee Camp: A Volunteer's Notebook

By Mai El-Mahdy

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Syrian refugees in Greece. By now there are thousands of blog posts, newspaper articles and eyewitness accounts that tell the stories of entire families drowning in the ocean, in desperate hope for a life free of warfare and poverty. I’m sure there are even more on those who eventually survived the ferocious waves, only to move into inhumane, “temporary” camps where they end up spending years. But for better or for worse, I’m not going to talk about the refugees, the lives they left behind in Syria or how they ended up in Greece. I want to talk about the current conditions and the role—or lack thereof—of those of us who try to help them, in bringing an end to this humanitarian crisis.

Recently I spent a couple of weeks at Greece’s Ritsona camp, a hub for five different humanitarian NGOs, alongside the UN operations. Ritsona is an old military base located outside Chalkida, the chief town on the island of Euboea, about an hour’s drive north of the centre of Athens. Its population is roughly two-thirds Syrian, with the remaining third made up of Kurds, Iraqis, and Afghans.

Sunken dignity

One of the harsh realities about life in the camps that is hard to fathom, let alone survive, is the absence of self-respect—dignity that has dropped so low it’s as if it was eaten up by the fierce waves before sinking to the bottom. It’s the dented sense of dignity that makes a person happy to move out of a tent into some makeshift caravan container box that becomes your “temporary” shelter for months and months. It’s the type of dignity that is all but lost when your entire livelihood is at the mercy of NGO workers who, through their authority and the decisions they make on people’s behalf, teach the refugees to accept the little they get, and be happy. Why do this, when these people are already broken? Do we volunteers always know what’s best for them? Would we allow others to make similar decisions on our behalf?

It’s not about freedom of choice; it’s not about allowing people the space to make their own decisions and mistakes. It’s about self-determination. Refugees take every single imaginable risk, relying on factors way beyond anyone’s control, only to arrive—miraculously—at a camp and submit to someone else’s decision-making, regardless of how good or bad those decisions are.

“Let’s teach English!” Everyone needs and wants to learn English, right? “Let’s buy toys for children,” overlooking the desires of parents, and the children themselves. Queuing up for food or clothes is part of the harsh reality of accepting that, due to circumstances beyond your control, you have become less valuable of a human being.

Refugees don’t want to queue for ages for food or clothes: they want to be treated as human beings, just like a black man in Apartheid South Africa, a Palestinian in the face of the Israeli occupation, or a woman anywhere in the world today. Part of the pain is acknowledging, while you stand in line, that few outside of your war zone would ever have to endure this or even entertain the thought. It is the frustration of being offered the non-choice of either being grateful that you’re in a queue with food at the end of it, or of being featured in a photo shared on social media that makes people feel sorry for you.

Perhaps we should look at the treatment of refugees as a right they have earned for themselves, not as charity that we choose to give to them. Perhaps we should focus our efforts on allowing them to fight for themselves. Perhaps it is simply about paving the way for their self-emancipation, regardless of where it leads them, and especially regardless of where it leaves us. We need to focus on educating them about their rights based on the country they are relocated, caring for their health, providing education for them and their children, etc.

Perhaps we should look at them the way we want them to look at us: with dignity and self-respect.

Are we really helping?

It’s funny how, as volunteers, we’re expected to arrive on the scene and push, along with everyone else, to get the wheels in motion. As though we’re not part of the story, but instead temporary outsiders brought in to perform a specific mission. But whether we like it or not, we are part of the narrative and influence it, significantly.

As individuals, we struggle with our egos. It’s one thing to recognize that—and in fact, very few volunteers are strong enough to do even that. Suppressing our egos, however, is a totally different story. It’s probably inevitable that volunteers find it easier to feed their egos than feed the needy. And the reward is so tempting that many forget to stop for a minute and ask themselves: are we really helping?

It’s no wonder so many volunteers pay special attention to children, who become quickly attached. But how does that help?

Volunteers can’t help but feel superior. In the camps they stand out like a sore thumb, and that’s not always unintentional. Volunteers often see themselves as providers of a valuable service, as making a great sacrifice of time and expertise. And they expect others to be gracious and remind them what great human beings they are for doing what they do.

But it’s not a service—it’s the refugees’ right. And this shouldn’t be debatable.

Once, at one of the stores where we shopped for the people of Ritsona camp with donated funds, I tried to bargain with the cashier to get more for my donated buck. The cashier, a fellow Egyptian making a living across the Mediterranean, agreed to “hook me up.” But instead of reducing the cost, she offered to write me an invoice for a higher sum. According to her, many volunteers and NGO workers accepted the fake invoices and pocketed the difference, so it was clear to her that I was new to this. And no, she did not budge on the price.

That’s only the tip of the iceberg. Some volunteers finance their travel out of the donations they receive. In spite of pleas for greater transparency, few NGOs actually publish the details of their finances. And even fewer donors ask for the details. If it’s change we’re after, this is probably a good place to start.

In my opinion, the best way to help refugees is by bypassing the NGOs altogether. It’s not difficult for us to connect directly with refugees. They’re human, just like us, just with different circumstances that suck. Treating them as patients with some disease or disability doesn’t help.

A friend of mine has a different take on this. He relates the story of a German doctor, an older gentleman, extremely professional and meticulous about his work. It’s his job to treat patients to the best of his ability given the facilities provided. From morning till night this doctor receives patients, diagnoses them, treats them. He doesn’t speak the language of the country where he works, and is very distant, almost cold. But he treats every single person he comes across, and he sets up and develops the medical facility and trains the workers so that the project can sustain itself after his departure. Many might not know him, care about him, or even remember him, though he is the one who directly helped and advanced the community. No credit. No showiness. No emotion. Just pure problem-solving.

I don’t necessarily disagree. NGOs impose strict rules on volunteers, one of which prohibits staying at the camp past 5pm. I hated this rule, so after a couple of weeks, I moved out of NGO housing and into the camp. I stayed with a refugee friend and her two daughters in their container. I would never argue that I was living their life, but I will say that I was observing it through a sharper lens.

While I agree that being distant and professional may be highly efficient and effective, I think that closeness also helps. Yes, we eventually leave; and sure, we may invest more time and effort in forming emotional bonds with the refugees than in providing tangible deliverables. And I won’t deny that I’ve learned more from the refugees about the Syrian cultural and political context than I’ve shared my own knowledge.

But by establishing close bonds we remind others—and ourselves—that they are human. And we become more human in the process.

Hospitals Don't Always Speak Your Language

The day to-day medical needs of Ritsona camp residents, of which there was an abundance, were left pretty much unattended. In emergencies, however, the Greek National Emergency Medical Services (EKAB, Ethniko Kentro Amesis Voitheias) would transport residents of the camp to and from the nearest hospital.

No one likes to go to the hospital, but when you’re a Syrian in a foreign country, it’s even worse than you imagine. Refugees are immersed in a sea of loneliness and fear of the unknown. You can see it in their eyes. And the harsh conditions of the journey to the camp leaves the majority of children, especially, with severe respiratory problems.

Many of the Greek doctors, however, didn’t even speak English nor did they have translators, and most patients could express themselves only in either Arabic or Kurdish. Often, residents would spend hours awaiting emergency care at the hospital, only to lose hope of ever understanding what they needed to do to get treatment, and leave.

At the camp my Arabic came in handy, as my job was to accompany the patients. Last May one of the NGOs at Ritsona pioneered a unique initiative dubbed “Hospital Runs”; that was the team I worked with. It’s a program organized in collaboration with the Red Cross that operates under the license of the Greek Army. They provide medical transportation, English, Greek and Arabic interpretation, and intercultural and medical assistance. The team also helps with bureaucratic procedures.

I was proud to be a member of that team. Each day we’d hop over to Chalkida or trek all the way to Athens, returning in the evening after having handled whatever problems, cases and complications had been thrown at us.

Sometimes the hospital staff made us feel unwelcome, scolding us about coming in with muddy shoes, indifferent to the fact that the camp is basically built on mud. I remember arriving at the hospital one day to find a young woman, clearly Arab and most probably from the camp, all alone, with nobody attending to her. She had clearly given up on trying to communicate or to save herself from whatever pain had piled on top of everything she had brought over to the continent. She gave me her details and the number of a loved one, so that I could communicate to them in the event she didn’t make it. Thankfully, and against the odds, she survived.

I guess I just can't fathom how borders and bodies of water can ultimately decide who's granted the opportunity to climb to the top, and who will be left to drown, and sink to the bottom.

Mai El-Mahdy is an Ireland-based Egyptian who works in tech. She was one of the millions who took part in the #Jan25 revolution, and she looks forward to being part of the next one.

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wfxue · 5 years

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20191024_F0001: Evia and Euripus Strait ahead by Wei-Feng Xue Via Flickr: - From my flight taking off from Athens airport. This is a view of some hills in Attica. A bit distant to the upper right, the town Chalcis or Chalkida at the narrowest point of the Euripus Strait to Euboea or Evia island is seen.

#Greece #city #houses #trees #roads #hills #field #sky #sea #coast #islands #Chalkida #Euboea #Evia #Euripus Strait #landscape #window sit #plane #passenger plane #passenger jet #aerial

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karlhto · 4 years

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Chalkida is the best place on earth. Can’t wait to go back and make music all day and play video games inside the house. If I’m repetitive I don’t have another objective. #nobackupplan (at Chalkída, Greece) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8v4lfignTX/?igshid=19xw2oc94wtay

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ganocompagnon · 5 years

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Hidden Cross Residence by Ntovros Vasileios Architects perfectly blends modern family needs with whimsical childhood elements

Located on a small hill in beautiful Chalcis in Greece, a brand new house by innovative design teams at Ntovros Vasileios Architects presents visitors with the perfect blend of modern family amenities and fun, whimsical details that would make any child (or kid-at-heart) feel right at home. The Hidden Cross residence, in the suburb of Chalkida is the perfect seaside spot! View in gallery View in gallery In terms of its terrain,..

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USA: Ancient Future 40th Anniversary & Bandleader Birthday Party at the Freight and Salvage, Berkeley, Feb. 12, 2019

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE 10/1/2018Contact: Ancient-Future.Com [email protected] Future 40th Anniversary & Bandleader Birthday Party at the Freight and Salvage, Berkeley, Feb. 12, 2019 View Press Release Online with Photos and Video:http://www.ancient-future.com/pr_2_12_19.htmlHi-Res Photo of Ancient Future Circa 1979 (1.3 MB):http://www.ancient-future.com/images/af1979photo300dpi6x4.jpgShown: Benjy Wertheimer, Phil Fong, Mindia Devi Klein, Matthew MontfortCelebrating 40 Years of World FusionAncient Future's first concert took place on February 11, 1979, at the Sleeping Lady Cafe in Fairfax, California, a vegetarian cafe and music club co-op that was the center of a vibrant local music scene. It was the day before Ancient Future leader Matthew Montfort's birthday, who was not yet of nightclub age. This concert on Montfort's birthday celebrates Ancient Future's 40 years at the forefront of the world fusion music movement.The exact lineup for the show has not yet been announced, but it will include musicians from Ancient Future's long history of cross cultural music collaborations. It will feature top master musicians from around the world along with band members from the original and historic Ancient Future lineups. Stay tuned for surprise announcements of featured musicians.Tuesday, February 12, 2019 8 PMFreight and Salvage2020 Addison StreetBerkeley, CA 94704Tix: $20 in advance at the F&S, $24 at the door. All tickets are subject to an additional $4 per ticket facility fee.Purchase Tix:https://www.ticketfly.com/purchase/event/1764222Box Office Phone: 510-644-2020, open 12:30 PM–7 PM (excluding holidays) and during all performances.Email: [email protected] Facebook Event: https://www.facebook.com/events/1882577728505388/Poster (246k .pdf):http://www.ancient-future.com/pdf/2-12-19_freight.pdf Ancient Future History: Reunion Concerts of YoreOriginal Lineup ReunionHi-Res Photo of Ancient Future Circa 1981 (1.2 MB):http://www.ancient-future.com/images/af2front300dpi6x4.jpgShown: Mindia Devi Klein, Benjy Wertheimer, Matthew MontfortAncient Future was formed in late 1978 by students at the Ali Akbar College of Music in San Rafael, California, including Mindia Devi Klein (who went by Mindy in those days), Matthew Montfort, Benjy Wertheimer, and Phil Fong. Ancient Future's first concert took place to a packed house on February 11, 1979, at the Sleeping Lady Cafe in Fairfax, California, a vegetarian cafe and music club co-op that was the center of a vibrant local music scene.This lineup of Ancient Future made two recordings that are now considered world fusion classics. In December, 1978, the band went into Tres Virgos Studio in Mill Valley to record Montfort's song Moonbath. The song became the springboard for the first Ancient Future record, Visions of a Peaceful Planet. The concept for Natural Rhythms, the band's second record, grew out of a spontaneous recording session at a friend's recording studio near a frog pond. The sound of croaking frogs was leaking into the studio, so Montfort went out to the pond with a zither and began to play, and found that certain rhythms produced musical responses from the frogs. Several months later, Montfort and Klein went to Bali to study gamelan music. They were amazed to find paintings all over the island portraying Balinese rice paddy frogs playing gamelan instruments, so they ventured out into the rice paddies where a frog jam session ensued that became part of the Natural Rhythms release. On April 19, 2015, three members of the original lineup of Ancient Future performed together for the first time this century to a full house at the Throckmorton Theatre in Mill Valley. Sadly, Phil Fong was unable to attend the reunion as he was battling ALS. He passed away on July 18, 2016.Hi-Res Photo of Ancient Future Circa 1981 by Sherry Freeman (1.1 MB):http://www.ancient-future.com/images/af1981boulder300dpi4x6.jpgShown: Benjy Wertheimer, Mindia Devi Klein, Matthew MontfortArchaeological Discovery of First Ancient Future VideoYouTube Video of Ancient Future Circa 1978:https://youtu.be/Xp5et9Qfgo4Shown: Matthew Montfort, Yusef Ali, Mindia Devi Klein, Phil Fong, Benjy WertheimerThis video is an amazing archaeological find: the very first video of Ancient Future, recorded in late 1978, months before Ancient Future's first concert! Thanks to Jonah and Mariposa at Marin Artists International who, after learning of this reunion concert, were able to rescue parts of Ancient Future's first video recording session from archival oblivion. This short teaser from 'Eternal Embrace' by Phil Fong from Visions of a Peaceful Planet is the first release from this archeological expedition. Performances of two complete pieces have been recovered, and will be released after some audio restoration work is completed.'World Without Walls' ReunionHi-Res Photo by Irene Young of Ancient Future Circa 1990 (14.7" x 9.7" jpg, 7.2 MB):http://www.ancient-future.com/images/1990ancientfuture300dpi15x10sepia.jpgShown: Matthew Montfort, Jim Hurley, Doug McKeehan, Ian DogoleYouTube Video of Ancient Future at their 'World Without Walls' Reunion:http://youtu.be/IlYfQ50MGDwShown: Doug McKeehan (keyboards, piano), Kash Killion (bass), Ian Dogole (percussion), Matthew Montfort (scalloped fretboard guitar), Jim Hurley (violin), and Mariah Parker (santur) This lineup of Ancient Future that performed on the band's influential World Without Walls and Asian Fusion recordings played over a hundred concerts together from 1988 to 1995. In 2011, they reunited for the first time in 15 years to perform concerts at Todos Santos Plaza in Concord and Yoshi's in San Francisco. In honor of the reunion concerts, World Without Walls was released digitally by Capitol Records for the first time ever at major digital retailers such as iTunes. Twenty two years after its initial release in 1990, broadcasters worldwide voted the record as one of the top 5 world music releases of 2012, after which Ancient Future continued to perform reunion concerts at venues such as the Frick Museum in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and Berkeley's Freight and Salvage. "Ancient Future is a rare kind of band that might simultaneously aggravate purists, confound New Age dilettantes, seduce skeptics, and dazzle just about everybody else. Delicious compositions, intricate arrangements, crisp playing and impeccable production put these ambitious voyagers in a league of their own." - Derk Richardson, SAN FRANCISCO BAY GUARDIANBandleader and Birthday BoyMatthew Montfort (band leader, scalloped fretboard guitar)Matthew Montfort is the leader of the world fusion music ensemble Ancient Future. He is a pioneer of the scalloped fretboard guitar (an instrument combining qualities of the South Indian vina and the steel string guitar). Montfort spent three months in intensive study with vina master K.S. Subramanian in order to fully apply the South Indian gamaka (note-bending) techniques to the guitar. In 2009, he released his first solo guitar recording, Seven Serenades for Scalloped Fretboard Guitar, which reached #8 on Zone Music Reporter's World Radio Chart. He is recognized as one of the world's 100 Greatest Acoustic Guitarists by DigitalDreamDoor.com, a curated "best of" site, along with such luminaries as Michael Hedges, Leo Kottke, Chet Atkins, John Fahey, Merle Travis, John Renbourn, Tommy Emmanuel, and Doc Watson. The December 2009 Les Paul issue of Guitar Player Magazine includes a full page feature on Matthew Montfort with a corresponding GuitarPlayer.Com video and lesson entitled "The Music of Jimi Hendrix Applied to Indian Raga." He has performed concerts world wide, including at the Festival Internacional de la Guitarra on the golden coast of Spain near Barcelona and the Mumbai Festival at the Gateway of India in Bombay. He has performed live on national radio and TV shows such as the Rachel Maddow Show on MSNBC. Montfort wrote the book Ancient Traditions - Future Possibilities: Rhythmic Training Through the Traditions of Africa, Bali, and India, which has been used by many musicians to improve their rhythm skills. Coconspirators and Likely Guest ArtistsGeorges Lammam (Arabic violin and vocals)Georges Lammam, of Palestinian descent, was born in Beirut, Lebanon. He is a solo violinist exemplifying the Arab style of instrumental improvisation. Mr. Lammam toured in Bolivia with renowned artists Eddie and Gabriel Navia, and joined stellar performers hosted by JoinedHands (USA NP), organized by Marcus Lovett (Phantom of the Opera), to support refugee families and humanitarians in the refugee camp in Chalkida, Greece, hosting thousands of people from Syria, Iraq, and Afghanistan. His compositions and performance excerpts are included in scores for two award-winning documentaries: Occupation 101 and Tea on the Axis of Evil, and he recorded a well-known folkloric dabke (an Arab folk dance) in a 2016 feature film, Wrestling Jerusalem by Aaron Davidman. His newest CD, Opus Omnia, was released in 2017. Vishal Nagar (Indian tabla)"He has magic in his hands" - HINDUSTANI TIMESConsidered one of the most gifted tabla players of his generation, Vishal was born into a family of musicians and had his initial training for a very brief period with the late Ustad Latif Ahmed Khan of the Delhi Gharana. After his Ustad's untimely demise, Vishal continued his training under the guidance of Ustad Shamim Ahmed Khan of the same Gharana (school), and he also has had intense rhythmic training from his mother, the renowned and highly respected Kathak dancer and vocalist, Urmila Nagar. Vishal has been praised in the Indian press for his unique combination of melodic tabla sound production with masterful command of rhythm. Vishal has had the privilege of performing with many renowned artists: Ustad Shujaat Khan, Guru Urmila Nagar, Vidhwan Trichur Ramachandran, Pandit Ramesh Misra, and Kala Ramnath, to name a few. Vishal has also expanded his cultural boundaries and collaborated with musicians from around the world. Some of his memorable works have been with the Ghanaian Guitarist Koo Nimo with whom he also appeared in WOMAD USA (a leading world dance and music festival started by Peter Gabriel). Shenshen Zhang (Chinese pipa)A native of Wenzhou, China, Shenshen Zhang began playing the pipa at the age of nine. At thirteen, she auditioned and was accepted into the prestigious Central Conservatory of Music in Beijing, where in 1992, she was awarded a Bachelor's Degree. In 2005, Ms. Zhang received Master's Degree in Musicology from Xiamen University. As an award-winning concert soloist, she performed and toured extensively throughout Asia and the U.S. Since making her home in SF Bay Area in 2006, Ms. Zhang has combined her lengthy performance career and her vast experience as an educator, preserving the musical heritage of China while also exploring other world cultures. Ms. Zhang taught music at Stanford University from 2015 to 2017, and she has her own pipa studio in Silicon Valley where she teaches classical Chinese music to a diverse student population. Pandit Habib Khan (sitar)Pandit Habib Khan is regarded as one of the best sitar players in the country today. He was born into a family of musicians and can trace his lineage back several generations to when classical music enjoyed the patronage of the nobility and royalty of India. He began his training at the tender age of five under the strict eye of his accomplished father, Ustad Hameed Jaffer Khan. The Jaffer Khan family was from Indore and were well known for their unique style of playing the sitar, melding the effect of the human voice and the instrumental tone into a harmonious whole. Habib Khan has carved out a distinct style of his own which is a blend of his father's traditional techniques and his own imaginative inventions. He is as much at ease with light classical and religious music as he is with pure classical renderings of ragas. Mindia Devi Klein (Indian bansuri & silver flutes, Balinese gamelan)Mindia Devi Klein is a founding member of Ancient Future and an award winning musician, composer and educator. Known primarily for her rare and haunting Indian bansuri flute music, she was actually born in Brooklyn, New York, where she began her formal music training at the tender age of two with African American folk singer Charity Bailey. Early exposure to the jazz greats and the vast diversity of the world's music left her hungering for a doorway into the mystic heart and roots of music. She followed her muse to California and the Ali Akbar College of Music where she met and began training with Ustad Ali Akbar Khan for over 40 years at Ali Akbar College of Music in San Rafael, California. She also trained under bansuri maestro G.S. Sachdev and then learned in India under guidance of world renown bansuri flutist Pandit Hariprasad Chaurasia. A recipient of the American Institute for Indian Studies Smithsonian Fellowship, the Fulbright Scholarship in Balinese gamelan and numerous community arts and composition awards, Mindia's playing and compositions blend together the sounds and ideas of many worlds in a subtle and unique way. Benjy Wertheimer (tabla, percussion, and esraj)Benjy Wertheimer is a founding member of Ancient Future. An award-winning musician, composer, vocalist and multi-instrumentalist equally accomplished on tabla, congas, percussion, esraj, guitar, and keyboards, he has performed and recorded with such artists as Krishna Das, Deva Premal and Miten, Jai Uttal, Walter Becker of Steely Dan, tabla master Zakir Hussain, and bamboo flute master G. S. Sachdev. He began his musical studies at age five, starting with piano and later violin, flamenco guitar, and Afro-Cuban percussion. Benjy has been a student of Indian classical music for over 40 years, sitting with some of the greatest masters of that tradition, including Alla Rakha, Zakir Hussain, Ali Akbar Khan and Z. M. Dagar. Along with the Grateful Dead's Mickey Hart, he was a contributing composer and member of the Zakir Hussain Rhythm Experience. For over five years, Benjy scored music for the internationally syndicated NBC series Santa Barbara, and his CD Circle of Fire went to #1 on the international New Age radio charts in 2002. Making his home in Portland, Oregon, he now tours internationally with his wife Heather in the kirtan group Shantala. Jim Hurley (violin)Jim Hurley, multi-instrumental performer, composer and educator, began playing violin in the Livermore public schools, and later explored rock guitar and bass, jazz and world music, improvisation and composition. Influenced profoundly by South Indian violinist L. Shankar, he incorporates styles from bebop to zydeco, European classical to Zairean soukous. He studied violin with Dr. Madeline Schatz, protege of Jascha Heifetz and Josef Gingold, at Humboldt State University, where he earned his B.A. in Music. Jim's professional credits include performances and recordings with Queen Ida's Grammy-winning Bon Temps Zydeco Band, Deep Purple guitarist Ritchie Blackmore, all-China gu zheng virtuoso Zhao Hui, the Trans-Siberian Orchestra (with Jon Anderson from Yes), Kenneth Nash (Weather Report, Herbie Hancock, Dizzie Gillespie alumnus), Dan Hicks, Al Stewart, Josh Groban, Smokey Robinson, Stanley Jordan, the Waybacks, Tempest, and many other artists. He has performed on NBC's Saturday Night Live, NPR's A Prairie Home Companion, and at numerous festivals including New Orleans Jazz and Heritage, Monterey Jazz, Winnipeg Folk, and Strawberry Music.Doug McKeehan (keys)Doug McKeehan started his piano studies at age five, and began his first professional work at the age of twelve. He studied music at the Oberlin Conservatory, Kent State University, and the University of Otago (New Zealand). He has toured Europe twice and spent considerable time in India studying with notable Indian music teachers such as Pandit Ram Narayan, Ustad Kursheed Khan and Pandit A.G. Bhattacharya. He has composed original music for stage and T.V. productions in San Francisco and Los Angeles and has been musical director of two original musical comedy productions. In 2008 he was commissioned to compose and perform live music for the Diablo Ballet's production Jazz Fever. He cofounded Air Craft with violinist Bruce Bowers, which released a highly acclaimed jazz fusion album, So Near, So Far. He is a first call jazz pianist in the San Francisco Bay Area. Ian Dogole (percussion)Ian Dogole has articulated his vision of global fusion music as a multi percussionist, bandleader, educator, recording artist, composer and producer. He has released seven records and a DVD as a leader – Along the Route, Dangerous Ground, Ionospheres, Night Harvest, Convergence, Crossroads, Outside the Box – Jazz Journeys & Worlds Beyond and Ian Dogole & Hemispheres In Concert (DVD). Ian has recorded and performed with artists such as Hamza el Din, Tito La Rosa, Richie Cole, Paul McCandless and Alex de Grassi. He performs on a wide variety of percussion instruments, including udu, cajon, hang, African talking drum, kalimbas, cymbals and dumbek. 111 Word Radio AnnouncementAncient Future will perform a 40th Anniversary & Bandleader Birthday Party February 12, 2019, at 8 PM at the Freight and Salvage, located at 2020 Addison Street in Berkeley. Ancient Future's first concert took place on February 11, 1979, at the Sleeping Lady Cafe in Fairfax, the day before Ancient Future leader Matthew Montfort's birthday. The exact lineup for the show has not yet been announced, but will include musicians from Ancient Future's long history of cross cultural music collaborations. Call (510) 644-2020 for more information. Tickets are $20 in advance at the F&S, and $24 at the door. All tickets are subject to an additional $4 per ticket facility fee. via Blogger https://ift.tt/2DSPlCQ

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eviafoxhouse · 2 years

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Church of Agia Kyriaki -Kampia Steni Evia

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Church of Agia Kyriaki -Kampia Steni Evia

The church of Agia Kyriaki in Kampia of Evia is built in a beautiful location between plane trees and running water.

Just 30 minutes drive from Chalkida and in the direction of North Evia, at the height of Nea Artaki we turn right towards Steni and follow the signs until we reach the lower Steni. On the right side of the road we will see a sign to Agia Kyriaki and in less than 5 minutes we will be there.

Leaning on a rock that is the left side of the church and part of the sanctuary, the church of Agia Kyriaki is essentially built on the cave, in the paddocks of which the locals found the icon of Agia Kyriaki. The abundant running water that exists in the area the visitor can see even in the cavernous interior of the church.

In 1521 during the Turkish occupation, the area is said to have three houses and a watermill, but today they do not exist. The area is paved where peddlers often sell local products (honey, oregano, thyme, etc.), a bridge over the ravine and fountains that run crystal clear water.

Almost all year round visitors can admire the running water that creates small waterfalls and climbing a few steps and a few meters above a small pond with green water fed by another small waterfall.

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#adoptadog #dogsinneed #greekstraydogs #saveadog #saveadogslife #saveagreekstray #animalsinneed #adoptastray #lookingforhome #helpagreekstray #saveastrayfromgreece #adoptdontshop #cat_rescue_athens #αδέσποτα #αδεσποτακι ΧΊΠΗΣ – Cat Rescue Athens - scroll for English- 🆘🆘🆘🆘🆘🆘🆘🆘🆘🆘 ⚠️Σε δύο εβδομάδες ο Χίπης βγαίνει από την κλινική και δεν έχουμε ούτε φιλοξενία! Επείγει να βρεθεί μια φιλοξενία ή ακόμα καλύτερα υιοθεσία! ⚠️ Χρειαζόμαστε βοήθεια στα έξοδά του! Το ποσό είναι 900,00€ και δεν έχει συγκεντωθεί ακόμα! Ένα μάτσο κόκκαλα, με πληγές που έσταζαν αίμα στη μέση του πουθενά. Το σημάδι από το κολάρο ακόμα στο λαιμό του. Και αυτός να ακολουθεί και να σου γλύφει τα χέρια γεμάτος ευγνωμοσύνη. Και κάπως έτσι γινόμαστε Dog rescue. Ο Χίπης - όπως τον ονομάσαμε - νοσηλεύεται στο νοσοκομείο μικρών ζώων «Κυανούς Σταυρός» στη Χαλκίδα. Είναι θετικός σε ερλίχεια, καλαζάρ, έχει ψώρα και αναιμία. Ευτυχώς τα νεφρά είναι εντάξει. Θα νοσηλευτεί ένα μήνα και το κόστος θα είναι 900€. Αν μπορείτε να βοηθήσετε στείλτε μήνυμα στη σελίδα μας: https://www.facebook.com/CatRescueAthens/ HIPPIE – Cat Rescue Athens ⚠️In two weeks Hippie comes out of the vet clinic and there is no foster home! We need a house for him! ⚠️We need help with his medical expenses! The total amount hasn't been raised yet! A bunch of bones, with wounds that drip blood in the middle of nowhere. The sign from the collar still on his neck. And yet he still follows you and lick your hands with gratitude. And this is how we become a dog rescue. Hippie - as we called him - is being treated veterinary clinic «Κυανούς Σταυρός» in Chalkida. It is positive for ehrlichia, leishmaniasis, scabies and anemia. Fortunately the kidneys are ok. He will be hospitalized for a month and the cost will be 900 €! If you can help, please pm our page: https://www.facebook.com/CatRescueAthens/ Cat Rescue Αthens Αρ. Μητρώου Πρωτοδικείου Αθηνών: 31663 Ο στόχος μας είναι ξεκάθαρος: ~ Μέχρι και η τελευταία γάτα να έχει αγαπηθεί ~ (στην τοποθεσία ΑΘΗΝΑ (ATHENS) GREECE) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1mAYwWI6s9/?igshid=j2j77x6cohis

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1 year out...

It’s been an emotional week as I’ve looked back on my first week volunteering with Lighthouse Relief and Cross-Cultural Solutions a year ago. Two years ago I would never have guessed my path would lead me there, and a year ago, at the onset of that journey, I would never have predicted how long I would stay, how deeply I would be impacted, and what the future would hold upon my return. Those close to me know that reintegration this year was easy socially and culturally, but really, really tough professionally and financially, as I’ve been trying to figure out sustainable next steps for my career after this experience, after finishing grad school, after all of this…

The truth is, I’ve always been prone to jealousy, and in this case, I’m jealous of my own self. I’m filled with envy for the person who lived in Greece a year ago, who worked alongside fantastic people every day, who had the privilege of spending the work day around youth that opened her heart in ways she never expected. It’s not even so poetic as all that -- I miss the bar around the corner and all the friends I made there. I miss my routine. I miss my room at John’s Hotel and the staff there who made it feel like a home. I miss my breakfast smoothie. I miss being sick of greek yogurt and spanakopita. I’m mourning the slow waning of my Greek comprehension. I miss Dashti’s falafel stand, fries smothered in tahini and mayonnaise. I miss the joy of a cold coke on a hot camp day, and I miss hanging out with the boys in the cafe in the mornings, sometimes sharing breakfast, sometimes making a friendship bracelet, sometimes struggling to decipher a conversation through the static of a cross-country phone call from a friend recently resettled elsewhere.

I miss the stone place and stories like the time the team jumped off the bridge, got swept away in the current, and got picked up by the security detail on the Saudi Prince’s yacht docked downstream. I miss the shit out of Bogart and all of my friends on staff there. I miss shopping for a Halloween costume in a country that doesn’t celebrate Halloween, and still managing to pull off an awesome costume and party. I miss my cactus, Lenny. I miss the rotating cast of volunteers from CCS and Lighthouse, especially the crew I started with and the folks I ended with. I even miss all the stupid doomed crushes I had there. I miss shopping at Jumbo. I miss singing along to the Smart Market jingle in the CCS van on the way to camp. I miss counting the bends in the road from Chalkida to Ritsona. I miss describing every few weeks to new volunteers how to find the pants store.

I miss making friendship bracelets and teaching youth how to make different designs. I miss each youth I met. I miss the grinning faces and I miss the sad ones too. I miss the chaos of “magela” launch days and the moments when, somewhere between broken Arabic and broken English, and understanding would dawn. I miss playing bilingual jenga. I miss my months-long magnetic poetry project. I miss the entire YES crew. I miss working on our mural outside the distribution center. I miss failing miserably to produce a quality enough phone video to use on the CCS website. I miss all my old CCS friends who passed through Greece while I was there. I miss the dirt on my feet when I wore sandals instead of the close-toed shoes that were technically required. I miss the getting-to-know-you activities at Lighthouse’s weekly meetings. I miss exchanging horrified looks with coworkers that time the clowns were racially insensitive.

I miss the weekly shopping trip. I miss having someone else make my bed and take out my trash every day. I miss going to the beach with my girlfriends. I miss hiking throughout Evia. I miss my numerous thwarted attempts to go canyoning. I miss squeezing into tiny cars to visit each other’s houses. I miss making Christmas cookies together. I miss the drama of the CCS laundry room. I miss Hot Hot Burger and smoothies at Passion and pasta at Lupo. I miss pornstars and penicillins at Negro and that time I really truly thought a barge was going to crash into the bridge. I miss hearing about my friends’ successful dating ventures in Greece and bemoaning my much less successful forays into Greek Tinder. I miss playing Jungle Speed and that one time I grabbed the totem so fast it slipped out of my hand and knocked Zoi in the eye and I thought she’d never talk to me again but she did. I miss how every Greek dude I knew rode a motorcycle and how they were almost all named Giannis.

I miss my going-away party. I miss the drunken cheesey potatoes at the stone place and the wine mushrooms. I miss seafood on the water. I miss being sooooo over frappes but then yearning for one on the days the cafe in camp opened late. I miss cooking with my friends in the Youth Space. I miss watering our collection of plants that slowly diminished one angry or bored child at a time, no matter how spiky they were. I miss hearing Clark loudly singing Ain’t No Mountain High Enough off-key in the Child Friendly Space and in general miss all of the conversation around baby shark doo dooo doo dooo doo doo. I miss the green place and the red place and that time I ate octopus after getting my octopus tattoo without stopping to think about it and how I haven’t eaten octopus since then. I miss getting that tattoo, when Giorgos called for a “mythos” and Melissa and I exchanged horrified classes thinking he was asking for a beer before tattooing me, when really he just meant the generic meaning of “myth.”

I miss learning how to drink ouzo the right way. I miss everything about Chania during my Thanksgiving vacation to Crete. I miss the youth who unexpectedly left while I was on vacation, who I never had the chance to say goodbye to. I miss celebrating birthdays in camp. I miss “I Will Always Love You” karaoke sessions. I miss drawing stencils for spray paint art projects. I miss talking with the quiet ones. I miss watching Moana. I miss wearing the same vest every day with the same cut pieces of string in the pocket plus whatever I may have confiscated the previous day and forgotten to put back, scissors, box cutters, lighters, pens. I miss figure drawing and cartoons and fashion week. I miss the good days and I miss the panic attack and nagging headache days. I miss the warmth of a Greek summer and the chill of its winter. I miss videochatting my best friend from my hotel room.

I miss office days. I miss bottles of wine and ouzo sneaked up to hotel rooms. I miss the garden place. I miss never knowing the names of anywhere and always calling them “the [descriptor] place.” I miss the going away parties for staff and long term volunteers. I miss the really gross rose that ruined all roses for me. I miss the potatoes with parmesan and an egg from hot hot burger. I miss drinking with Tina at the John’s bar before and after going to Bogart. I miss random pullovers for scenic overviews. I miss the camaraderie with my team. I miss really, really trying to make self-care Tuesdays a thing. I miss leading yoga and using essential oils during the cool down. I miss my semi-daily tarot draws and poetry writing ritual. I miss my friends.

There’s no tidy way to stop, at this point, in saying what I miss. I could go on. I miss the life I had, and the lives with which mine intersected and continues to intersect. I want to celebrate, too, that this isn’t all in the past, that even while I can’t go out to eat at the same places I used to, or see the same faces every day, many of these amazing people are still in my life, and I am grateful for those connections and the meaning they bring to my life.

Over the coming days/weeks I would like to share with you some of the incredible projects and good work my friends from this period of my life have been and are doing around the world, particularly in easing the refugee crisis. I continue to strive to be as involved and supportive as possible from afar, and can’t wait to share some of these amazing initiatives and experiences with you. Thank you for your support. It helps ease the difficulty of being away from the people and places I yearn to be among once more. All of the love - M.

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Chalkis or Chalkida, the beautiful capital of Evia. It lies in the shadow of Mount Dirfi & is a city with a history of 40 centuries. It spreads on two banks and the waters follow their own flow rules unique in the world. The colonies of Chalkis in Macedonia gave Halkidiki its name!

The Municipality of Chalkida with a population of over 100 thousand inhabitants is unofficially the new, beautiful suburb of Athens. The short transit time (less than an hour) and the suburban railway have brought the two cities even closer! The entrance to Chalkis has always been impressive! The Evripos cable bridge is the first cable-stayed bridge in Greece. Blue everywhere, lacy shores, panoramic views and often the snow-capped mountains of Dirfi are breathtaking. The old, sliding bridge is the heart of the city.

The Negroponte, meaning Black Bridge, was the medieval Venetian bridge. By this name finally was called Chalkis and the whole island. Respectively, the Turks call Evia Egriboz, which means Euripus. When Chalkis was a fortified castle city, there was an impressive sea tower on the bridge. The bridges and the area changed, but the pulse of Chalkida does not stop beating around the crazy irregular waters of Euripus, which the legend says that Aristotle, unable to explain the phenomenon died in Chalkida in the year 322 BC. It is true that this city has its own way of thrilling the visitors. On the “catwalk” or pasarella, the coastal boulevard next to the bridge you will find everything. Fun and music, cafes and restaurants. Opposite stands the majestic hill of Kanithos, the acropolis of the ancient city and today dominates the castle of Karabamba. The view is truly unforgettable.

In the precinct is the museum of the castle and the chirch of the prophet Elijah. In summer the venue hosts concerts and events. The tomb of the author Giannis Skaribas is in a wonderful place. Nearby the cafe – bar Xenia. A beautiful place that will make you love Chalkida even more. Agia Paraskevi, patron saint of Chalkida is located in the old town. Nearby the Emir Zade mosque. Stroll by the narrow streets and discover the aromas of the city in taverns and shops. Apart from the Archaeological Museum of Chalkida with the impressive exhibitions, you can visit the Folklore Museum but also beautiful buildings, such as the red house and the house with the statues in Malliou square, the town hall with baroque elements, the train station, the courthouse, the Roman palace, the Jewish synagogue, the Kaki Kefali lighthouse and the Roman aqueduct, also known as Kamares.

At the southern entrance of the High Bridge lies the archeological site of Avlida with the temple of Artemis and nearby the statue of Evian Georgios Papanikolaou, a doctor and researcher who discovered the pap test. A life experience is the fall with ropes from the bridge, the bungee jumping into another level. Under the bridge begins a walk that is loved by the locals.

Have you ever heard of a sea carnival? And yet Chalkida has established a spectacular event focusing on its crazy waters with frantic fun and many surprises! What is certain is that you will leave Chalkida feeling complete. Hills, views, monuments, human zeal and work, sea and blue and white shades, fresh delicious fish, appetizers, good company, raki and carefreeness. This is the sweet madness of Chalkida. Drosia, Nea Artaki and Lefkandi are additional options for exploration. Nearby excursions.

The picturesque traditional settlement of Steni is a favorite destination all year round. Green landscape, sounds from the river, snow in winter, Christmas atmosphere and excellent guesthouses, coolness in summer under the plane trees, delicious meat and appetizers! Try the pure traditional products of Evian land such as honey, wild herbs, pastries!

The church of Agia Kyriaki in Kampia is a place that will be engraved in your memory. Waterfalls and water flow, enchanting nature, thousand-year-old plane trees and a picturesque sacred church built in a cave with the spring flowing inside. Kampia, this a beautiful village, a quiet alternative to Steni.

Every year at the end of May, a large number of people from all over Greece decide to test their physical limits for the sake of the Christian faith. They start their pilgrimage route from Psachna in Evia to the village of Prokopi, to receive the blessing of Saint John the Russian, a miraculous Saint. The path is beautiful, it helps the body to succeed, while the village and the church compensate and reward with the grace of God the faith of the pilgrims and the greatness of their soul.

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