For the first leg of our journey we took this tiny aircraft from Oslo to Dusseldorf. |
On
February 28 the long awaited email arrived to the effect of: “The
money has been paid and the contracts signed. Congratulations! You
are now the proud owner of a house in Kritsa!” It had been a bit of
stress getting the the money sent, with several trials and phone
calls before the funds went through. I was worried it would not all
be ready before our arrival, but on Monday, March 4 we got on the
plane bound for Crete. As in November, being the off-season we had to
take 3 flights to get to Irakleio and then the bus to Agios Nicolaos
where we were met by Manolis, the former owner of the house. He
brought us to the house and handed over the keys. I think it might be
a bit sad for him to give it over to new owners after having done the restoration and lived in it for a few years. It turned out that
Manolis had done a whole lot of shopping for our breakfast: bread,
coffee, fruit, honey, yogurt, olive oil, and chocolates, and he
wouldn't hear of reimbursement. Such a welcome!
We spent
several days getting settled in. It was quite chilly to begin with
and we were happy for the comforters and wool blanket, the heating
elements and the wood stove. In the bedroom we have one of those
infrared heaters that take away a good bit of the humidity while
giving off a gentle heat. There are also air conditioners that can
blow either hot or cold air depending. The air conditioner gives a
more stable heating, yet it makes noise and uses a lot of energy and
isn't nearly as pleasant as the wood stove. So it wasn't long before
we had burned up all the wood that Manolis had left. Hilary helped us
to purchase 3 sacks of hardwood logs from a local man.
Fanis
was still arranging for the internet when we arrived so we had to go
to the local internet cafe to surf the net. This seems to be the
meeting place for young and old. There are pool tables, board games
and computers in the back for the young, while the “old” sit at
the bar smoking and drinking coffee. It turns out that this is the
place to meet people. For example Dorothy, a British lady who comes
here most every day while her husband is in the UK working. Another
thing this cafe has is the most delicious cakes, delivered from a
bakery in Agios Nicolaos every day. There are a couple of other
bakeries in Kritsa. One only carries bread. The other has both bread
and cakes – we got some very nice puff pastry there – but no
baklava, nor galaktoboureko, which are our absolute favorite
pastries. However the internet cafe has them and we got some almost
every day.
Close to
the internet cafe is Sofia's hair salon where I got my hair cut for
14€. She has 3 children, the youngest who is 16 months came into
the shop with her Grandmother who minds her during the morning while
Sofia is working. Such a cutie! I've seen this in restaurants too:
the wife bringing the children to visit the father at work. It is an
example of how relaxed life is here on Crete. Other examples are
people bringing their dogs into cafe's as well, cats prowling around,
and a total disregard for no smoking regulations.
Next
door is the supermarket where I did most of my shopping. At first it
seemed like it wouldn't have much of what I look for in food. It's a
tiny shop, and seemed to have mostly pre-prepared and tourist food!
It was also a challenge that the packaging was all in Greek. So I had
a hard time finding butter, among a dozen different kinds of margarine, because I didn't know the word for it. Eventually though,
I discovered both brown rice, whole grain pasta and even evaporated
cane sugar and real butter.
What did we eat? We pressed fresh orange juice every morning. Juice oranges were in season. They were being sold by the bag from roadside pickup trucks. They are large, sweet, seedless and one is enough for a glass of juice. We had greek yogurt with fruit and honey for breakfast, greek salad for lunch, and Greek pastries as mentioned above for our afternoon coffee and tea every day. Okay, so daily pastries probably aren't the most healthy thing, and probably also the reason why I put on 2 kg during our stay, but hey, we were on vacation! We didn't get any fresh fish either, though a guy drives around with a loudspeaker every day, selling from his truck. There is also a butcher in Kritsa. We didn't check him out either, but my hope is that he sells locally produced meat. We also drank goat milk which you can buy in Liter bottles in the store. It seems to me that most every family has some goats, some sheep, some chickens, a vine, some olive trees and a vegetable garden.
Most of these allotments had a dog chained to a tree, with a barrel for a dog house. It seems a pretty lousy life for the dogs, and there are a lot of them that seem to spent their whole lives like this. Not to say that there aren't some people that treat their dogs like pets. They ride on their masters lap on the motorbike, or hang out of the window of the pickup truck and are without exception very well behaved.
Another
great thing about Kritsa is that you can drink the water. All over
the village are faucets where you can fill your water bottles with
pure mountain spring water. It tastes delicious and is different from
the municipal water that flows from the taps in your house.
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