Walking Group

As there is little to do on Sundays in the city, due to Greek law which forbids stores being open, I have found an alternative activity. I have joined a walking group. Most of the people in the group are transplants, so fortunately enough the ones that tend to have longer strides speak English, so I’m never without help on the trail. Two weeks ago was the first excursion that I went on with the Susan and Barbie. Susan is not only the wife of the President (of the school) but an amazing person, and the one who introduced me to this program. Barbie, as I have mentioned before, is one of the other fellows who works here with me. You will realize from our picture why we have been referred to as Charlie’s Angels.




Back to the first trip however, I’m rambling again. The first trip was an annual pilgrimage between two villages about an hour from here to celebrate the villages’ friendship and support throughout the years. They all begin in Marmaras, the first village and weave their way through the olive groves and over the rolling sea-side hills. Over 200 people partook in the walk, with at least double that number waiting at the end welcoming those who made the “trek” (16km) with warm food and hearts. If we had known that festivities were planned for the rest of the day, we would have previously arranged our schedules so that we did not have to scurry out. Have no fear, though we missed most of the festivities, we were able to admire everyone in costume, and even convince two of the dancers to pose for us.