Thursday, June 29, 2006


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I have been in a funk lately. It might be about that little white pill. Or, perhaps the absence of said pill.


Tuesday, June 20, 2006


I am so terribly behind with blogging, it is almost shameful.
Greece was amazing, so much so that I will probably hit you all with a barrage of posts over the next few days chronicling our trip.

You won't be sorry though, because I will include historical tidbits and stunning photographs, starting with breathtaking pictures of Meteora.

Meteora is in a mountainous region of inland Greece, about 4 hours from Athens. The area takes its name from the giant cliffs that dot the landscape. The word Meteora translates to 'rocks in the sky'--the root of our word 'meteor.' The massive rock formations are a result of a large body of water that was present thousands of years ago. After the water dried up, the shape of the rocks morphed to form pockets and grooves over centuries of decomposition.

In the 11th Century, Greek monks were persecuted by Turkish invaders. In order to be able to practice their Orthodox religion, monks built huge monastic outposts on the tops of 21 rock formations in the area. Today, six monasteries are active sites for the practice of Greek Orthodox peity. We visited the St. Stephen Nunnery pictured below.

Nine hundred years ago, the only way to the top of the monasteries was by riding in rope baskets draped over the craggy rocks and pulled the several hundred feet above by your fellow monks. Today, the rope bags are still in use and have been supplemented with rudimentary cable car systems. We saw several monks moving throught the complex in these cable cars.

The monasteries at Meteora are one of the 812 sites listed on the United Nations' compilation of World Heritage sites. These sites are deemed possesions of the global community because of their historical significance.

The pictures barely do them justice. If you ever get to Greece, take the time to see actual 'meteors' with religious and cultural significance.

Saturday, June 03, 2006


Saturday night we went to a traditional Greek dance party in honor of the island of Ikaria.

Ikaria is known for their brief period of independence in 1912 and for their potent red wine.
At our table of 10 people we shared 5 litres of wines. Helen and Vaso hogged three of them!

Liv learned her favorite new word, Yamas, which means cheers in Greek. She's pictured here on her 34th Yamas of the night, just before she deteriorated into the boat.

By this point it was "No more Yamas" for Liv.


After 22 hours of cars, buses, trams, airplanes and moving sidewalks, we made it to Athens.

Helen and Vaso met us at the airport and we went straight to Varkiza, a beach on the outskirts of town.

Our first taste of the Greek life appropriately included saganaki, horiatiki, tzaziki, and calamari (I passed on the fish/sealife phobia thing, ya know) all washed down with Ouzo.

Vacation rocks.

Thursday, June 01, 2006


Off to Greece...I'll post if I can!
Later gators.