Yassou, Vassilis, I like your new look (the blog's new color and additions).
Your poem above talks about stopping in your tracks, and being startled. This is exactly what happened when I ventured off and read your essay this morning. The world, at that moment, indeed stopped. From the stunning photos of hanging, ripened pomengrantates and those whitewashed village steps to descriptions of Eleni's mouthwatering cuisine, the olive groves and those lively musical evenings, it was almost like being there. A gnawing familiarity and poignant reminder of the startling beauty of what is. Efharisto parapoli!
Thanks Annie for all the above. Actually, William (The Armenian) Michaelian suggested I revamp my layout and I thank him for that.
I'm also pleased you enjoyed what I had to say in my "Essay"--once you've been to Greece, you can hardly wait for the slightest reminder to take you back.
Yassou, Vassilis, I like your new look (the blog's new color and additions).
ReplyDeleteYour poem above talks about stopping in your tracks, and being startled. This is exactly what happened when I ventured off and read your essay this morning. The world, at that moment, indeed stopped. From the stunning photos of hanging, ripened pomengrantates and those whitewashed village steps to descriptions of Eleni's mouthwatering cuisine, the olive groves and those lively musical evenings, it was almost like being there. A gnawing familiarity and poignant reminder of the startling beauty of what is. Efharisto parapoli!
Thanks Annie for all the above. Actually, William (The Armenian) Michaelian suggested I revamp my layout and I thank him for that.
ReplyDeleteI'm also pleased you enjoyed what I had to say in my "Essay"--once you've been to Greece, you can hardly wait for the slightest reminder to take you back.