Tsapi
Traveling 4 kilometers east of the house, nearly to the mountain top before the long descent to Koroni, a winding track leads down to Tsapi, which is little more than a settlement on a protected cove. There are two tavernas, both run by women named Maria. (The usual question: Are you going to Maria's or to Maria's?).Maria's (#1's) husband, who I met in the village the week before, invited me for kamia parea (some company) and for a drink. In addition to the lively conversation, I was given a five-course lunch, including fresh kalamari, a cold cheese salad, oven roasted eggplants, fresh bread, and stuffed zuccini flowers cooked in an egg-lemon sauce. When I tried to pay, the owners refused. Maria said, sternly, "my husband says you cannot pay."
I sat with Gioyio and his friend Panayioti and they spoke about the usual subjects--their ktima (property), the state of their olive trees (each had over 2,000 trees), goats, pigs, and turkeys; the insanity of Greece's austerity measures. And, of course, our children.
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| The track down to Tsapi |
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| View from my table |
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| The beach at Tsapi |
The little chapel on the beach celebrates its panayiri tonight, Hundreds of people set up on the beach, listening to live music, and eating roast pork--a free offering from the community.
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| The perrenial blooms of the oleander |
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| Finikounda harbor |
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| You can get everything you want at Niko's restaurant... |
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| ...or at Dimitri's restaurant |
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