Greek life

Oxi Day 

On this day in 1940, Italy sent an ultimatum in the middle of the night to Greece: allow Italian forces to occupy strategic locations in Greece or otherwise face war. Italy gave Greece a couple of hours to respond. Greek Prime Minister Ioannis Metaxas officially responded, ” then, it is war,” but his sentiment, and that of Greeks nationwide was “Oxi,” no. (Say OH-hee). Before the ultimatum expired, Italian troops attacked Greece via the Albanian border.  On the morning of  October 28, Greeks of all political beliefs took to the streets shouting “Oxi! Oxi!” and this resistance became both the National cause and the beginning of the Greco-Italian War.

Italian troops were met with fierce Greek fighting, which surprised Mussolini as Metaxas was also a fascist; Mussolini likely assumed ideology would be on his side.  The initial invasion was a bit of a disaster — Italian troops were ill prepared for the rough Greek terrain at the northern border, and by mid-November the Greeks had stopped the Italians and pushed them back into Albania.  British forces joined and fought alongside Greece, and Mussolini was forced to ask for Hitler’s help. The Italian defeat and the Greek counter-offensive of 1940 have been called the “first Axis setback of the entire war” by several historians.  Hitler’s Greek distraction forced him to delay Nazi plans to invade Russia which many say changed the course of the war. The Greco-Italian war lasted six months. The Greeks surrendered late that winter, Athens fell April 20, 1941, Crete in May, and the Nazis occupied Greece until October 1944.

As of 1942, October 28 has been celebrated as a national holiday; it is one of the most important still today. This week, Greek flags appeared all over Athens, and school children nationwide learned the importance of saying no while practicing songs, poems, drums and marching for ceremonies at the end of the week.

Demetri, Papou and I went to the 1st-3rd grade celebration at our school. There were videos with news clips from 1940 showing soldiers in waist deep snow, citizen parades, malnourished children during the war. Teams of kids from each grade recited poems, a choir sang various national songs and other songs were played via video. There was a fun, peppy, famous Italian song (Campagnola Bella) where the words were changed to “foolish Mussolini,” and much to my surprise and delight, they sang “We are the World” in Greek! The whole room sang along.

Friday was the school holiday so we took a road trip  (more on that next post), and today we will wander the south Pelopponese in search of Oxi celebrations.

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Greek name days

Greek Orthodoxy dedicates nearly every day of the year to a Saint or Martyr.   When someone is named after one of those saints, that day becomes their “name day” and is celebrated like a birthday —  “Chronia Polla” is the greeting for both happy birthday and happy name day.  It literally translates to ‘many years.’  There are some 3800 first names in Greece that correspond to a name day.

Greece separates church and state on a technicality, and though there are citizens who aren’t Greek Orthodox, they are definitely a small minority. Some name days are national holidays. August 15, the feast of the Ascension in both Greek Orthodoxy and Roman Catholicism, is a b-i-g one. “Panagia” means ‘all holy’ and is one of the names given to Mary, the mother of Christ.  So, anyone with a derivative of this name celebrates August 15 as their name day.  Both Peter and Papou are named Panagiotis. At churches named for Panagia, there are celebrations all day.

October 26 (this week), is St. Demetrios day. Demetrios was a 4th Century military saint; he’s quite revered. He comes from Thessaloniki, and there’s a large church there where his remains were found. St. Demetrios is also the protector of the pretty Athens suburb of Psychiko, so that area has a holiday of sorts this week, too – i.e., no school on the 26th. James, the English version of Demetrios, is celebrated this day also. The photo in this post is St. Demetrios church in Psirri, an old Athens neighborhood.

St. Mixalis Day is November 8.  Mixalis (Michael) was an archangel (who’s thinking of John Travolta yelling “BATTLE!”?) who led the Jews out of Egypt; he also announced to Abraham that he had to sacrifice his son and he’s the patron saint of paratroopers. November 8 is a day for all angels and archangels, so think Gabriel, Angelos, Angeliki too.

It’s coincidence, but kinda cool, that both Michael’s and Peter’s name days are just a few days before their real birthdays. Peter got name day gifts, even. Papou gave Demetri a beautiful set of binoculars as an early name day gift; now he can see details on the passing ships!

Tyler doesn’t have a name day per se, as there is no Saint Tyler in Orthodoxy.  In his case, he celebrates on November 1, All Saints Day.

My name day is December 25, for obvious reasons.

The majority of name days are the same date every year, but there are a few “floaters” that are determined by the start of Lent and when Easter falls. Interested in your name day?  The Church of Greece maintains a database where you can look it up.


Greek life, Travels

Molon lave

Greece is full of villages.  Essentially a village is a small town or a small section of a larger town, but ‘village’ evokes a different picture in my mind: authentic, untouched, pure.  Seaside villages, like the towns on the Greek islands, typically rely on tourism and may center around a port.  Mountain villages have few inhabitants; those who live there make their living in agriculture.

This last weekend, we spent time in and around Mina’s village in Central Greece, about 2.5 hours north of Voula. Her mother’s family is from this area and her parents, and some aunts/uncles and cousins have homes both here and in Athens.  We left Saturday morning.  We arrived, changed into bathing suits and thought we’d spend an hour or two at the beach just south of Kamena Vourla while the sun was strong.  Instead, we spent the next 4-5 hours taking turns on the paddleboard, swimming and chilling on the deserted beach.  The water was cold and the sun felt great.  We had dinner that night on the way home in Kamena Vourla. The next morning, Mina made a lovely breakfast, and Theodoris and Demetri picked a bunch of pomegranates from the trees.  We packed up and headed out.  Our first stop was Thermopylae, which translates to ‘hot gate’ because of the many thermal springs in the area.  Greek mythology says Thermopylae was the entrance to Hades.  There’s also a story that Hercules jumped into the river in an attempt to wash off the poison that was in his cloak’s lining — a curse put there by the centaur who fell in love with Hercules’ wife — and the river became hot and has stayed hot ever since.

Thermopylae is primarily known for the epic battle in 480 BC in which a very outnumbered Greek army of 5000 led by Leonidas of Sparta fought a 150,000 strong army of Persians, led by Xerxes. (You know, 300?).  Xerxes told Leonidas and his army to lay down their weapons; Leonidas responded, ‘molon lave,’ which translates from ancient Greek to ‘come take them if you dare.’  The Greeks held the Persians off for three days before they were betrayed by Ephialtes, who told Xerxes about a back way to get around the mountain and behind the Greek lines. Interestingly, the modern Greek word for ‘nightmare’ is efialtes – this was a way to shame his name. The Greeks lost, but not before they managed to kill 30,000 Persians.  Thermopylae was a moral victory, and years later the Greeks finally defeated the Persians. There’s a cool monument and statue of Leonidas at the battle site.  We bought some honey from a local artisan selling it from her car and hiked up to the hot springs.  The Sulphur gives the water a greenish-white color. Surrounded by plants and grasses that are turning colors, it was sure a pretty view.

From there, we headed to the mountain village of Pavliani.  Theodoris has explored every inch of Greece and knows so much about its ancient and modern history and knows all the best beaches, villages, hiking trails, islands and restaurants. I want to see all of Greece with him.  Pavliani is a typical mountain village – small stone houses, pretty little yards and a taverna or three.  Across the road from the village, though, is the most awesome hiking path that stretches for 9 kilometers along a river.  The whole thing is a giant playground.  There are swings hanging from huge trees, a bridge that looks like piano keys, an old metal cable with seats that serves as a zip line, a trampoline, a tree house, a human foosball court, a ‘gym’ with broken weight benches and chair soccer, forest bowling, and a little area with wooden picnic tables and lounges.  Every 100 meters there’s a new thing to play on.  It is absolutely brilliant. People of all ages were hiking and playing and at the bottom there was a group of old and young having a dance party.  I think our little group hummed the Macarena at least halfway up the path after watching them.  We came down around 6 to rest and eat in one of the village tavernas.  This village is the most ‘fun’ place I’ve seen in Greece.  It has adorable artwork not just along the hiking path, but on the houses, garages and garbage bins in the village town itself.  It was a great weekend.  We drove home through some other mountain towns before picking up the national road to head back to Voula, carrying sleeping kiddos to bed.

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Glorious October: the first two weeks

The beginning of this month has been completely gorgeous – days are sunny and in the mid-to high-70s, mornings and evenings are in the 60s.  We’ve been taking advantage of these beautiful days to explore the area on foot and by car.

The first Friday of October, I went downtown with Papou.  Our main destination was the Megaro Mousikis, Athens’ concert hall.  Built 26 years ago, it sits on the pretty Vassilis (Queen) Sophia Avenue. Megaro Mousikis holds concerts, operas, ballets, and even conferences. We were headed there because Papou treated Demetri and me to see Norma live from the Metropolitan in New York, and he’ll babysit the kids while we have an evening out. In the history of babysitting, I’m not sure if there’s ever been someone who watches your kids for free and pays for the parents’ activity.  Best guy ever.  Norma is a Bellini opera; the lead role was made most famous by Maria Callas, Greece’s pride and joy. It’s Papou’s favorite.

While we were there, Papou also bought ballet tickets for later in the month – Sandy is in the US for a stretch, so Katerina will go with him.  With two sets of tickets in hand, we left the music hall and walked next door to a beautiful garden café nestled under a bunch of trees – a quiet little gem in the loud city.  The café is famous (at least to us, Katerina and Papou) for its tyropita; a cheese pie made with four different cheeses and baked in kataifi dough, which is very delicate and looks like thread.  After we finished, we wandered past the palace, the American school of Archaeology and through the Kolonaki neighborhood to the funicular that goes to the top of Lycabettus (say leh-kah-vi-tos) Hill that sits 900 fit above the city.  Because ancient Greek life centered around the Acropolis and Philopappos, it seems not much is known about Lycabettus.  Mythological tales say that Athena dropped the rock here by accident when she was creating the Acropolis. Regardless, from the top you can see all of Athens, the surrounding mountains and and all the way to the Aegan.  At the top is a church for St. George, a bar, a tavern and a coffee house. We had a coffee, came down and walked back to the metro along Panapestimio Street. I showed Papou my favorite shoe store; he showed me many more important buildings — Parliament, the Prime Minister’s office, the Benaki Museum.

Saturday, we met some new friends, Theordora and her son Ermis, at the Stavros Niarchos Cultural Center (SNCC), a brand new building that opened last year.  Niarchos was a shipping tycoon; in the early 1950s he built the largest tankers (ever) for his fleet. The demand for oil in the 50s and 60s is what made billionaires out of Niarchos and his rival Aristotle Onassis. Both families now have large philanthropic organizations that do charitable work around Greece – in fact, the Niarchos Foundation was the major grantor for the jeweler residency program at the Elias Lalaounis museum.  The SNCC is absolutely gorgeous.  The complex hosts the national library and a museum, but it’s also got beautiful grounds with paths and trees and picnic areas, a labyrinth for kids to explore, giant chess boards, bike rentals for kids and adults, and a terrific view from the top.  Even the parking is super slick.  The boys played football (soccer) and chess (skaki), cruised around the labyrinth, we all went up to the viewing tower and left just as the rain started.   Demetri and I left for the Opera soon after getting home, while Papou was prepping pizza AND spaghetti for the boys.

Sunday was the icing on the weekend cake – family lunch at Anna’s house.  There were 10 of us – we four, Anna, Vasillis, George and little Katerina, and Theodoris and Mina.  (Anna and Theodoris are Demetri’s cousins; their grandmother is Papou’s sister).  Anna’s meal was fabulous and we all had so much fun – I just love these four kids together.  Little Katerina was my best Greek tutor yet; she taught me all the parts of the body as demonstrated on Elsa and Olaf.

The following Wednesday, October 11, Demetri left Greek class to meet his dad and some of Papou’s college friends from the University of Michigan. They spent the afternoon in a Taverna in Monasteraki, the ‘flea market’ neighborhood of Athens.  It’s a major tourist attraction – if you’ve even gotten an evil eye charm, a pretty, wrapped olive oil soap, a Greece magnet or an Olympiakos jersey, it probably was bought right here.  They ate well and told stories of the Michigan days – both in Ann Arbor and Detroit, where they all lived after graduation.  Demetri and Michael were born in Michigan and all these friends knew him as a baby.

Both kids had field trips this week to theaters — their school does nifty excursions and there’s so much to take advantage of here.

We topped off the first half of October with a super weekend away … the next post tells you all about it.

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Πώς είναι το σχολείο?

Today’s headline translates to “how’s school?” And to that, we say, pretty darn good. (And thanks for asking!).

The kids are a month into their Greek school.  They have some friends, they’re playing Basket(ball) and they swim twice a week as an extracurricular activity but it’s during the school day.  They love riding the bus, eating lunch outside and computer class, and this week each had a field trip.

Peter is picking up Greek quite well.  The other day I asked him to come to me and he responded in Greek.  The child always has a song in his head and lately they seem to be little Greek songs he’s learned in school.  His pronunciation is near-perfect … he says his friends’ names with all the right accents and the exact right letter sounds.  He also hollars “pou pas?!” (where are you going?!) at passing drivers who go too fast and “fige” (scram) at anyone bothering him.

Michael’s work is more difficult, but he works hard and rarely complains.  He’s got at least an hour and half of homework a night for Greek language — spelling, reading, writing — and this is after three hours of it in school.  He’s also got math and English homework most nights too. His penmanship is quite handsome and he does a nice job forming his letters.  He seems not to be confused by them like I am.  It was very interesting watching him start to learn — Kyria Elena taught him all the letter sounds and how to read words before he learned any of alphabet or the names of the letters. Within a couple of days he had all the lsounds and all of the accents down and was reading like a champ — Elena said it didn’t matter that he didn’t know the meanings of the words, it was more important that he could sound them out.  The alphabet came this week along with verb declinations.  More on verbs later.  He is quite proud this week for being given a ‘student of the week’ badge in English.  And math is just fine — most of what they’re doing now are things he learned in first grade; the challenge of course is that the directions and problems are all in Greek.  But between Google translate, Papou and Kyria Mamika’s explanations before he leaves school, it’s going just fine.

Demetri and I started Greek language school October 2.  We’re commuting to Maroussi, a city on the north side of Athens. It’s a hike — about 90 minutes by train.  But, we have the time, we get to be together and it’s fun watching all the Athenian commuters negotiate the Metro and the busy downtown stations.  Demetri has taken two intensive language courses with this school — both in the summer on Greek islands — and he really enjoyed the teaching staff and how they approach the language.  I feel το ίδιο, the same.  I’m the only American in a class of 5 and all of the others speak at least two languages, so I feel like a total slacker. Demetri is in the advanced class and he’s got private lessons.

Greek isn’t easy.  The alphabet is confusing. In July, I asked Demetri what sound the o with the feet (Ω) makes. All of you who went to large universities with fraternities and sororities are already ahead of me because you likely know the alphabet.   I had to start there … and I used toddler letter books to semi-teach myself the alphabet over the summer.  Papou helped.  I wrote down expressions phonetically (in English) that I used often but now that I’m in school I can see that something I thought was one word is actually three.  Demetri is experiencing the same thing with things he’s known how to say all his life.  Keeping the letters straight (there are 5 letters or letter combinations for the long ‘e’ sound, for example) is one thing, and the verb declinations are something else entirely. Papou tells me that you don’t have to use pronouns because the verb’s ending tells you what the person and tense is.  Kostas, my Greek teacher, says the same about pronouns being extraneous.  But Kyria Elena is teaching Michael the verbs with the pronouns, which makes sense for overall knowledge.  Michael and I have been working this week on conjugating ‘be’ and ‘have.’ He also got some kid-typical verbs like cut, run and play, and I’m working on drink, do and live.  Demetri wins the verb prize — he’s stuck in conjugation hell. While Michael and I are working on present tense only, Demetri is in past, future, present, past perfect, future perfect … and so on. He says the more he learns the more he realizes he doesn’t know.  His class notes have mostly Greek letters with notes to himself in English.  I haven’t been able to switch my brain to think in Greek (and I don’t know enough) so my notes are Greeklish – Latin letters to make Greek sounds.

I have always giggled at the word ‘Greeklish.’  I tend to use it when I use the greek word I know and the rest in English (“Kalimera, may I please have dio koulouri with tyriGia sas. Tha ithala chocolate milkshake?”).  But it also means using the Latin alphabet in Greek words, like in my notes from class.  This habit, being employed by a lot of young people in general, is becoming a big problem.  They’re choosing not to spell correctly and it’s ending up bastardizing the language.  So a word might end with an η (ita) but that letter is replaced by an ι (iota — it’s an i but there’s no dot, which as an aside, is THE hardest habit for me to break) in a text or an email.  You have to know how to spell to get the whole language right — because if you don’t know Vouliagmeni actually ends in an η (Βουλιαγμένη), you’ll have the wrong article in front of it and it looks neutral but it’s really feminine.  I forgot to mention all nouns have genders too.

Some say that Greece will eventually move to a Latin alphabet. Turkey has. Demetri is seeing movement already in articles and publications where the Latin ‘m’ is being used instead of μ, but I’m sure it will be many years before Greece lets go of its alphabet that was invented in 800 BC.

But, it’s fun to be learning it.  I attempted to read an email from school today before automatically pasting it into Google translate.  Not there yet.  I still predict Michael and Peter will be speaking it with ease by Christmas.