This time of year dust that rises from the Sahara desert into the atmosphere can be blown north, across the Mediterranean, and into southern – sometimes northern – Europe. This year we’ve seen our share, some days heavier than others but when we have a north wind the dust blows away and the sea and the mountains stand out in sharp relief.
The size of the mountains and the clarity of the air makes them seem closer than they are — it’s 11 miles to the nearest shore and 13 miles to the peak of the mountain.
This is the house of the last Ottoman bey, Kamil Bey. After Greek Independence in the 1820s it became the property of the Greek state, which has practiced benign neglect ever since. With the roof now gone, it won’t be long until the walls start to crumble.
Sunset tonight. The mountain rises to 2400 feet, and there is a convent on top dedicated to the Virgin Mary. It’s not known when the convent was founded but the church dates to 1767. On the Virgin’s feast day, pilgrims walk up to the convent.
The Little Owl or Athena Owl is a revered symbol of Greece that we only see in Mani. And it really is little – usually 9 in. or less. Apologies for the photo – she was sitting as far from me as she could, and I had to extend my phone’s digital zoom to 30X.
We took a walk around our village – Sykia – yesterday.
There’s a tremendous profusion of wildflowers in early Spring, with native vegetation taking advantage of cooler weather and moisture in the soil.
The train stopped running through Sykia in 2008, and the tracksides now present wildflowers a place to strut their stuff.
We’re missing the Redbuds in the mountains this year, so we’ve taken to calling these trees Redbuds. Google identifies them as Judas trees.
They can flower directly from the trunk.
Orange blossom. Just as one crop is falling from the trees, another is getting started. There are two crops of oranges and lemons each year.
Walking on pine needles.
This summer, kids and grownups will be playing on the water in these boats. In the spring, they provide a backdrop for the wildflowers pushing through the beach pebbles.
We made a trip to the Skouras winery for essentials and saw early Spring manifest.
When you see new life emerging from a weathered, withered, twisted lump of wood, it’s easy to understand the ancients’ belief that divine intervention was involved.
These are the buds on an olive tree. Almost impossibly tiny, each could be hidden behind the head of a pin.
It’s been fully five years since I posted here, and I’m not sure how to pick up the thread so I’m just posting some photos from our 89 days in Greece this year. In the intervening five years, we celebrated the 15th anniversary of our move-in; the date was October 24 last year, and we were here to pop a cork. (On October 24, 2007, we slept on a mattress on the floor, and were awakened the next morning by church bells so loud and jarring that we thought it was a tsunami or earthquake warning.) We missed an entire year due to COVID. And we witnessed the continuing commercialization of Sykia. But that’s for another post on another day. Probably another year.
A boardwalk was added to part of the beach a couple of years ago. In spring, wildflowers adorn the beach.
A two-masted sailboat moored in our bay overnight. Nice choice.
Artsy shot of wild capers growing on the beach. Old timers still collect and brine them. But not these old timers.
Sykia beach in spring.
Sykia beach in summer. Can you guess which one I prefer?
We were fortunate enough to visit Crete this time. Our last visit was in 1972. This is part of the Venetian harbor in Heraklion, the major city. The tunnels in the center are shipsheds built by the Venetians between the 15th and the 17 centuries. Originally, 19 of these sheds lined the waterfront.
The Venetian harbor in Heraklion has a great, brooding fortress along the seawall to protect the entrance. This is Rocca a Mare fortress, built in the 16th century.
It’s a nice fort to visit, with several displays conveying the reality of life inside. Here is a store of amphorae, likely used for oil and wine.
The star of the show in Heraklion is the nearby ruin of the palace of Knossos. Some details such as this have been imaginatively restored to give an impression of the grandeur that once awed the subjects of the kingdom. By legend, the Minotaur, a beast with the head of a bull and body of man, was kept in an elaborate labyrinth under this palace. The palace was constructed circa 1600 BC, making it more than 1200 years older than the classical-era Parthenon of Athens.
The palace is estimated to have covered three acres.
The throne room at Knossos. Minos was the legendary king of Knossos, and gives his name to the Minoan civilization.
Heraklion has a fine, extensive archeology museum that displays objects found during the excavation of Knossos, including this bull’s head, and the dolphin fresco below.
Three murals in Heraklion.
Heraklion city hall.
Leaving Heraklion, we detoured to see Matala beach on the south shore. This very fine beach is where in the ’60s an international community of young people (most famously perhaps, Joni Mitchell) took up residence in cliff-face caves on the right (out of sight here). The caves are thought to have been dug by Romans or early Christians for use as tombs.
About an hour west of Heraklion is Rethymno, probably Crete’s second city. It, too, has a very fine Venetian port. Rethymno’s port also has a massive Venetian fort built on a bluff on the headlands.
A gate in one of the few remaining sections of Rethymno’s city walls.
About an hour west of Rethymno is Chania. We visited my brother in Chania in 1972, when he was stationed at the Navy base nearby. One of my fondest memories of that trip is the old Venetian port, where we sat drinking the night away 50 years ago. I was desperate to see the port again but, unfortunately, this is where COVID caught up to me. I was too sick to do anything but walk to the port and take this photo, after which we pulled the plug on the trip, and headed back to the airport.
With patience and OTC pharmaceuticals, we managed to pull each other through COVID, marveling each day at how much sicker we’d been the previous day. At any rate, two weeks later we were back to rude good health, and decided to proceed with a trip to Ikaria that we’d planned months in advance. Ikaria is an island in the east-central Aegean, renowned for the longevity of its inhabitants. The “secret” of their long lives is actually quite well known – a diet of predominantly vegetables and fruit, with the occasional fish and virtually no meat. A factor almost as significant, however, is their super-low-stress lifestyle. I’m pleased to report that includes a glass of wine with meals, as well as a measured pace and an indifference to clock time. We stayed in the island’s capital, Agios Kirikos, and often found ourselves in the taverna at the base of these stairs.
After Ikaria we were able to visit the southern-most part of mainland Greece, the Mani peninsula. Mani is wild and rough. It’s the place Susan’s grandfather emigrated from in 1910. These are views out our room windows.
This was the view from the terrace of our room, looking south down the west coast of Mani. That far cape is the Cavo Grosso, and it is indeed large – those cliffs rise as much as 600 feet above the sea. The cliffs are riddled with caves that pirates used as hideouts right up until Greek Independence. Ships sailing south from Kalamata, as well as western European shipping bound for Athens and points east, were fair game.
Aeropolis is the de facto “capital” of Mani. Under Ottoman rule, it was known as Tsimova but when the war of independence started, it was renamed for the ancient Greek god of war, Ares (known as Mars in Roman mythology). This the church of the Archangels, and it was from this church that the revolution started on March 17, 1821. Maniots immediately marched on the Ottoman garrison at Kalamata, overrunning it. Thus Maniots had been in the field 8 days by the official start of the war on March 25. Independence Day is celebrated on March 25 (the feast of the Ascension) in the rest of Greece but in Mani the parades, speeches, and fireworks all happen on the 17th.
Sitting with family at a cafe in Aeropolis, I couldn’t help but notice this fragment of a poem by Yiannis Ritsos written on the box for the cafe’s power meters. Ritsos is one of the great Greek poets of the 20th century. These are the first few lines of his poem, Our Country, loosely translated as :
The ruins of a monastery church on the seaside in Limeni.
When I first spotted this church, I thought it was surrounded by the buildings of a small village. In fact it’s a cemetery, and those are mausoleums. Originally this was a monastery — all that remains is the church, and mausoleums have been built in the footprint of the monastery buildings.
Mani. The real Mani.
There are many churches in Mani. This is one of the oldest intact churches that I know. It is St. Nicholas, and dates from the 11th century. It is on the road between villages and, like most Mani churches, is always locked.
On the other side of the peninsula, however, we found a church that is left open. This is the church of Our Lady in the small village of Ochia. It’s about the same vintage as St. Nicholas, I’d guess. There are a few frescos remaining on the upper left of the iconostasis. The altar is through the opening. The bottles on the floor are filled with oil for the lamps. They may be offerings but this church is obviously being tended. It is unique in my experience because it is twinned with another still smaller and older church called St. Peter’s. The entrance is through a small opening on the left wall.
The view northeast from St. Nicholas.
Last church but this one is special for it was here that Susan’s great-grandfather was a priest. This is St. Nicholas in the small Mani village of Kounos. There are two active churches in Kounos – St. John’s has been restored, and St. Nicholas is waiting its turn. This one is remarkable for the size and number of carved stones from ancient buildings incorporated into its walls. Several can be seen in the wall on the right, as well as the lintel over the belfry door. It was from here that Susan’s grandfather left for New York in 1910.
The interior of St. Nicholas, taken through the front door window glass.
Mani is known for its stone towers with gun-slit windows. This one in the village of Dimaristika belongs to members of Susan’s family.
Abandoned houses in Dimaristika.
One of our favorite villages in Mani, Agios Kyprianos.
The full moon rising over Mani on the night of our wedding anniversary.
Finally, the Acropolis from the terrace of the Acropolis Museum. I’d never been on that terrace at night before. That perfect little temple of Athena Nike on the far left is one of my favorite places on the Acropolis.
As we count down the last few days of our time in Greece this year, we’re in the middle of the second week of a heatwave. The heatwaves are named like storm systems, and this one is Cleon, an Athenian general in the Peloponnesian War. In Italy the same system is named Cerberus, the three-headed dog that, in Greek mythology, guards the gates of Hades to keep the dead from escaping. (Apparently, meteorologists in Italy have a sick sense of humor.) The scorching heat and the hordes of tourists from Athens overrunning this tiny village make it easier for us to leave. The natural beauty, and the family and friends we will miss make it more difficult. I’m sure there’s a Greek philosopher with wise words about situations like this but I can’t remember them. We have plane tickets, and we’ll use them. And then, when August turns to September, we’ll start thinking about the sweet late summer days of warm afternoons and cool evenings, the mild sea waters, the pastel shading of the mountains across the Gulf, we’ll open a nice bottle of wine from just south of here, and we’ll talk about our next trip.
It’s absurd to write, and it must seem silly to read, but we can’t quite wrap our heads around how quickly 10 weeks have passed. Two and a half months should be long enough to make one feel as if it’s been a complete trip. Not quite sure why we’re so surprised to find ourselves trying to figure out what to bring back.
On October 24, we celebrated the 10th anniversary of the day we moved in. Again, it seems as if it could only have been half that long. Time collapse aside, it’s been a wonderful decade of getting to know this place and these people. And like most decades, it was a mix of the memorable and the forgettable; the happy and the sad; forward steps, backward steps, sideways steps, and even a few dance steps. But what keeps us yearning to come back even before we’ve left remains undisturbed and pulls at us just as urgently today as it did in 2007. Our family, our friends, the sea, the mountains on the other side, the sky like a dome over all, the dry crystalline air, local ingredients in season at even the simplest eateries, wines like magic, orange blossoms in the spring air, scent of dried thyme wafting up underfoot in the summer, spring wildflowers along the roads, seas of cobalt turquoise and cerulean, mountains marching to the horizon, islands floating on the sea like boats, boats floating as if on air, the chance to walk in the footsteps of Plato, Aristotle, Pericles and Paul, the stones and towers of Mani, the piercing light. Those things and many more we will miss until next year when we once again catch our first glimpse of this very special place.
The portof Piraeus, August 30, 2017
It was a great time to be here. The water was warm, the air temp was pleasant…
…the water was clear…
and the crowds were gone.
We took lots of walks in the pefkias.
It seemed to be a good year for pomegranates.
The wind can really get up in the Fall…
but it only makes the place more beautiful.
Of course, we went to Mani.
Ag. Kyprianos at moonrise.
Antares hotel, in the traditional settlement of Omales, at sunset.
The mountaintop village of Profitis Ilias. From ancient times until the 1970’s, the quarries of this village provided the red marble for elaborate decoration in places such as St. Peter’s basilica and the palace at Versailles. Some of that marble is visible in the church and the tower behind it.
The ruins of an oven in the same village.
A threshing circle in Profitis Ilias.
Looking down at the villages of Dimiristika (left) and Spira.
Abelos, near Ag. Kyprianos. A beach, a church, three houses.
Abelos.
Abelos moonrise.
The village of Nifi, looking up at Ag. Dimitrios church.
Nifi
Katronas. Suffered a bad fire this summer.
Katronas. The fire came down the mountain so quickly that the villagers had to be evacuated by sea.
The village of old Kardamyli.
Same view but from a window of the just-restored war tower.
A very nice restoration.
St. Spiridon in old Kardamyli. I’ve never caught it open.
Limeni.
Ruins of a monastery and its church (Panagia Vreti) at Limeni. I’ve climbed into that church in years past, and there are still faint frescoes on the dome. The complex is now surrounded by a fence.
We visited several churches in Mani.
This church, Ag. Nicholaos, between Lagia and Dimiristika, is said to be the oldest church in Mani. 10th c. The Maniates were late converts.
This one, in Ochia, consisted of two separate churches, Ag. Petros and Panagitsa, presumably built at different times.
Inside the smaller, older of the two churches. The frescoes awed and humbled us.
The larger church. The columns and cut stones were obviously mined from an ancient or Byzantine structure, possibly at Tigani.
These walls look like terraces but they’re the remains of an ancient city, Kenipolis. We were there looking for the ruins of a church.
I don’t think this is the church we were looking for but we were happy to find it.
The exterior of the church at Kenipolis. It was a scramble getting inside.
Clouds collecting in the mountains near Areopolis.
Back to Sykia. The beach stones will be scrubbed and tumbled until next Spring when folks begin to venture out on them again but the skies will not be lovelier than they were this Fall.
Our bags are (almost) packed and we’re counting down the last few hours of our season in Sikya. Since we returned from Italy on August 22, the weather has been spectacular, beginning with lows in the low 70s and highs in the high 80s. Now we’re at lows in the mid 60s and highs in the mid 70s. We’ve enjoyed every minute of it, including early morning walks when it was warmer, and sunset walks the last couple of weeks. Of course, I take the camera when we walk, and a few of the photos begin the capture the beauty of this place. They are mostly photos of the mountains across the Gulf from us, Mt. Gerania and Mt. Ellikon, but I never tire of them, and I hope you enjoy these images of a few of their infinite aspects.
Kαλόχειμώνα, Sikya! Have a good winter. See you next year.
Yesterday afternoon, for the first time since the end of June, we were treated to full cloud cover. There was even an interval of rolling thunder but the rain failed except for a few pathetic drops. This accompanies ever-so-slightly easing temps — we had lows in the high 70s twice this week, and on two afternoons the mercury stopped just short of 90. It’s cloudy again today, with a less-than-even chance of rain but the wind, which came up yesterday, has stalled once more.
Still, the edge is off of the searing heat we were experiencing when I wrote the last post, and we’re breathing sighs of relief.
Holiday-making continues at not-quite full intensity as well. A couple of folks have returned to work but 6 of the 8 units in this building are still full, as well as the rental unit in the next building, and last night was the loudest we’ve experienced this summer. Apparently a couple of the girls in the complex have discovered they can scream, and they find it hilarious to shriek at the tops of their lungs at any opportunity. Things quieted down about 11 (as opposed to midnight or later a couple of weeks ago) but it was a long 3 or 4 hours.
The considerable mass of this building has stored enough heat that it remains a constant 84 degrees in the apartment. That felt stifling when it was near 100 outside but being able to move to cooler temps outdoors makes all the difference.
It’s downhill and shady from here, and the tension that results from being constantly stressed is abating. We’re looking forward to the next month.
This is just a photo post — I’ll try to keep the verbiage to a minimum.
I don’t see many sunrises but the night before I shot this the wind was blowing so hard it kept waking me. When I rolled up the front shutters in the morning and saw the sea and sky, I grabbed the camera and hustled down to the beach.
A couple of weeks ago, I had the chance to do a photo hike through the Pefkias (pine forest). Unfortunately, there was a very thick haze over the water, so conditions were pretty tough for photography. I was lucky that an almost full moon was rising over the Gulf.
I wrapped it up taking photos of the Aleppo pines along the beach.
This is one of the traditional houses of Sikya. The small, second-floor balcony, the red roof tiles, wooden shutters, and on-the-road siting are very typical of this area.
The main trail through the Pefkias (forgive me if I’ve posted something like this previously):
The little church in the Pefkias. A popular site for weddings.
Trees along the shore in the Pefkias:
The seaside walk in Xylokastro:
Finally, a couple of photos of a wild weather day. Despite the threatening appearance, I don’t think we got a single drop of rain from that system.
I hope you enjoy these. The weather continues to be wonderful. Highs between 68 and 75 most days, and lows are usually about 62. Twice we’ve had a few drops of rain — not enough to wet the pavement, just enough to make a mess of the windshield. We’ve had some high winds, though. The roaring woke us again one night this week. The snow is virtually gone from the face of Mt. Parnassos that I see from here — the south face. It seems early for the mountains to be snowfree, and I worry about drought and fire this summer.
The port of Piraeus, August 30, 2017
It was a great time to be here. The water was warm, the air temp was pleasant…
…the water was clear…
and the crowds were gone.
We took lots of walks in the pefkias.
It seemed to be a good year for pomegranates.
The wind can really get up in the Fall…
but it only makes the place more beautiful. 
Ag. Kyprianos at moonrise.
Antares hotel, in the traditional settlement of Omales, at sunset.
The mountaintop village of Profitis Ilias. From ancient times until the 1970’s, the quarries of this village provided the red marble for elaborate decoration in places such as St. Peter’s basilica and the palace at Versailles. Some of that marble is visible in the church and the tower behind it.
The ruins of an oven in the same village.
A threshing circle in Profitis Ilias.
Looking down at the villages of Dimiristika (left) and Spira.
Abelos, near Ag. Kyprianos. A beach, a church, three houses.
Abelos.
Abelos moonrise.
The village of Nifi, looking up at Ag. Dimitrios church.
Nifi
Katronas. Suffered a bad fire this summer.
Katronas. The fire came down the mountain so quickly that the villagers had to be evacuated by sea.
The village of old Kardamyli.
Same view but from a window of the just-restored war tower.
A very nice restoration.
St. Spiridon in old Kardamyli. I’ve never caught it open.
Limeni. 
Ruins of a monastery and its church (Panagia Vreti) at Limeni. I’ve climbed into that church in years past, and there are still faint frescoes on the dome. The complex is now surrounded by a fence. 
This church, Ag. Nicholaos, between Lagia and Dimiristika, is said to be the oldest church in Mani. 10th c. The Maniates were late converts.
This one, in Ochia, consisted of two separate churches, Ag. Petros and Panagitsa, presumably built at different times. 
Inside the smaller, older of the two churches. The frescoes awed and humbled us.
The larger church. The columns and cut stones were obviously mined from an ancient or Byzantine structure, possibly at Tigani.
These walls look like terraces but they’re the remains of an ancient city, Kenipolis. We were there looking for the ruins of a church.
I don’t think this is the church we were looking for but we were happy to find it.
The exterior of the church at Kenipolis. It was a scramble getting inside.
Clouds collecting in the mountains near Areopolis.
Back to Sykia. The beach stones will be scrubbed and tumbled until next Spring when folks begin to venture out on them again but the skies will not be lovelier than they were this Fall. 
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