|My porch on Lipsi|
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Friday, September 5, 2014
|Lipsi village and port in the early morning|
|Me, Jenny, Abby, Catie and Genevieve|
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
|Sun drying the figs.|
|The grapes, ready to be stomped|
|Catie and I ready to stomp for a few hours|
|The pulp, still with some juice, and the bottles|
we filled with fermenting wine.
|The cheese we made on the stove from goats milk.|
|Jenny, Geniveve and I making the stuffed grape leaves|
|The stuffed grape leaves|
|Cracking the olives before they get laid out in the sun|
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
|The hills where I wandered.|
|The farm house and vineyards.|
|Arriving at the farm.|
|The beach just over the hill from the house|
|The grape harvest at the base of the hill|
where Calypso's castle stood.
On my first day, Genevieve and I were sent to the neighbors to help with their grape harvest all morning. We arrived and were given sheers and buckets, then went out to cut bunches of grapes from the vines, most of them already shriveling and raisin-like from the heat. (I know so little about wine making, here espeically - I was surprised to learn that these were still good for wine. I always thought grapes needed to be juicy and fresh for that.) We were surrounded by deeply tanned, mustached men, shouting in Greek and laughing at one another, bobbing up and down in the hot sun. We finished before it got too hot in the afternoon, had lunch and walked to the beach. It is all almost too picturesque and beautiful to be real.
Suffice to say I'm very happy to be here for the next two weeks.
Monday, August 18, 2014
|The Danube River's course|
|The river in Regensburg, Germany|
|In Budapest, Hungary|
Saturday, August 16, 2014
|Waiting to get on the train, Belgrade.|
I try to explain my haughty attitude by saying "I was on the night train from Belgrade." She looks at me meaningfully. I don't think I'm the only tourist on this road.
They have a bunk in the 4 bed dorm for the next two nights, with the widest hostel beds in the Balkans.