THE REST OF THE PHOTOS

The previous day’s afternoon I was having a conversation with a friend about the whole “I was working during the festive days” theme and we ended up the issue agreeing that it’s just that as always “you win some you loose some”. There’s always this trade in life and it’s a fair trade, I think. This time I’m not complaining. I just chose to loose some of the time with friends and experiencing the local habitual excitements of these celebration days because I assumed that what I would gain from working was at this point more important than that. Anyway, I just wrote that to connect it with the rest of the photos I wanted to upload and here they are…

I look tired, I am tired, but who cares, I won

Lion Queen

The local fête is more likely a bazaar- obviously, for people with no taste

Is it fair for the rest two, the indicated blonde to be named doll as well, when she seems to have a neck problem and one of her eyes drowsy????????

15

The last days in every corner of Greece people were celebrating -with every way imaginable- the Assumption of the Virgin. It is also described as the Easter of the summer but for me it was days of great exhaustion …
Well, while everybody around was having fun I was working and I was watching them being in the greatest excitement possible… At least that’s how it seemed like, probably because I was on the other side…
My friends were all here. The ones who live away, the ones who study in distant places, even the ones who originate from my short town but never come back for vacations or just a couple of days.
I’m not whiny, as the matter of fact I was the one who full- consciously chose to spend the entire summer working in a night club apart from the family business. And these last days that the rare- populated town became such a crowded destination it was inevitable that I would have to work each night from 10.30 pm to 7 or 8 am. So, right now I feel really tired but satisfied that I managed to make it through. Because, yes it’s definite that I’m a money whore- as they call it- and whenever I’m proposed a well- paid occupation I hardly can say no, but the reason I also did it was to confirm to myself (I hope) that I can make it under stressful conditions and I can stay focused on what I think it’s the best for me, even when the rest around is celebrating so hysterically!
Last summer I was working as well in the same position but this year’s happenings were…gosh…
I can’t describe the condition of the work when in the place come 1500 people almost at the same time. Thank god I didn’t get a panic attack because everywhere I would turn my head there was a thirsty “clubber” asking for a Bacardi Coke or a Gin tonic or I don’t have idea what the hell else…
But I made it and I’m glad. And I can sit back and relax right now and that’s even more fun than having a night out with your friends on 15 of August.
The times I was feeling like I was loosing my strength and I wanted to find myself on the other side of the bar I was telling to myself that this is a fruitful experience and now I see that it really was. I dealt with polite, rude, abhorrent, beautiful, annoying people and every time I handled it right. I guess. I also appreciated having great time. I stayed disciplined in my own schedule. I managed to find some time to enjoy even a little. I gained money…

The pictures were taken yesterday and they’re (mostly) from my happy hour that I joined my friends and visited the village’s fête.

Afternoon coffee with friends

Voguing at the white bell- tower's base (at church)

You can count the candles to find how many wishes there are

Religious tools for sale

Sell, sell, sell, buy, buy, buy
all crapy things

They call her the "ballerina"

Balloons

Hazardous riders

pictures to be continued...

ABOUT MY DOG LOCO

This is my dog Loco. It’s been a while that he’s been missing, basically almost a month and a half, and since, I was thinking about writing a post about him or not. Well, this morning I saw this pic and I thought that I probably should.
I really have lost hope to finding him after that long and I really don’t believe that I might see him again. Of course deep inside me I nourish the idea that, almost as theatrically as it happens in the movies with people of course, I may see him somewhere in the future again.
The first couple of weeks after he’s been gone/stolen, my whole family were looking for him everywhere possible. We had informed the people we know as well and there were few times that we were said that he was spotted here or there, or we were getting phone calls from people who knew that were looking for Loco that telling us to go and get him from their neighborhood cause he was there but every time he was mistaken for “somedog” else.
I think that now I have overcame the fact that Loco is not part of our family anymore (cause when were having him it was like he was), and maybe that’s why I decided to write all this. I guess that the reason I didn’t want to write about he being gone is because I didn’t want to realize that he in truth was. My second reason which is probably irrational is because I was feeling guilty being so upset about the loss of just a dog (though he wasn’t only that) when around me are occurring so many unpleasant events. I mean in general. But I believe that if I wasn’t so concerned about Loco, cause I was taking care of him and I was responsible for feeding him etc, how would I be concerned about the rest of the mess that is happening in my small town or world widely….? I guess that this loss is a minor predicament compared to a children living in a third- world country, in high poverty and being under feed and uneducated and and and… These are so irrelevant that it’s even a shame to even say these two are incomparable things… But on one hand, what is going on in our own little microcosm takes a special place from all the other events, event if they are one million times greater than our matters and until considering what is happening on the other side of the world part of our microcosm, we will always mourn about our dog more than a strange ill kid, and one the other hand if I don’t have the sensitivity to become upset about such a close event to me, how would I, about something that is happening so many miles away…

VACATIONS

I just had an invigorating shower, I wore my clean clothes and got my suitcase unpacked. As it seems, I just came back home from (short-time) holidays.
I didn’t go far, well with the bus it seemed like it was, but it felt like I was in the most cosmopolitan Greek island, which is Mykonos although I wasn’t. Well, let’s just say that I visited the closest substitute of Mykonos from where I live. That place is Chalkidiki and more specifically I visited the coastal village Kalithea. I spend three great days there and besides, I had to deal with different matters which make me think of these days as a quiet an experience.
First of all, on Friday when my friend S. and I got there, we had to deal with the lack of available accommodations to stay. We had to walk around the whole village for an hour and a half under the strong sun and 38° C plus, we had to carry our luggage. Basically, after a quarter, I went on alone and my friend stood in a shadowy place with the cases. During the period I was looking for a decent room to spend the days, I forced myself to capture some signs of the neighborhoods and streets I was passing by because I usually am very disorientated and I tend to loose my way very easily. So, this was one of the few times I didn’t get lost though I crossed a strange place all by myself. Despite that, during the searching there were a couple of times that I felt really frustrated and out of control because all the room and hotel owners were kept telling every time I was asking for a spare room that they were out of and it would be really hard to find one because of the great influx. At the end and as usually happens I found a spare room in the last place that I told myself that this would be where I would look. They told me that there was one free studio but it was just for that day but we took it since no other decent alternative was on the cards. It had a pool also and the price was very reasonable. It was a real luck in our pitiful condition (mine mostly that I seemed drained due to heat) and they could rip us since they had realized that they were our only choice but -paradoxically and thankfully to my eyes they didn’t.
The next day we found just one two- bedroom room and it was so- so lousy. From the entrance you could smell this odd smell the old premises have, there were no warm water for shower, no air-condition or TV, no covers and clean towels and in general I could never spend a single minute there if circumstances were different. At least the view was the most amazing and I have to say that the bad condition of the room forced me to spend the scarce time we were there in the balcony enjoying watching the clean waters.
Except for the room everything else was quite pleasing… We had some great time clubbing and going for swim or going to the village’s famous crowded beach bars and dancing, listening the music and having refreshing drinks. I even smoked a little even though I quit since last November. I don’t know if having a couple of cigarettes that occasionally can harm you… I guess they do, but I relish the idea that even such bad habits are not effective when you practice them that rarely and just for your bliss. Anyway…
Most important, during these last days I kind of felt really good and I caught myself behaving like the 22 year old man that I am. I don’t know if what I’m saying sounds bizarre or anything, but I mean that at least for myself, sometimes I forget that I’m just a young man who needs to have joyful and careless time… Due to my many reasons I tend to forget about having fun and I focus on money, work, school, (sometimes my blog), waking up early in the morning, my parents, my goals or my dreams, my targets and many many other things. Of course, I always find some time to go out or do something that will make me feel good but I guess that whether we like or not as someone grows the times he consciously is doing really amusing things and realizes that and feels appreciative of those become fewer.
In a way I’m grateful that this weekend I had such good time and simultaneously I was aware of it as I was experiencing that…
Here are some of the photos…


The incomparable panoramic view from the lousy room

Headless me, staring at the sea

There where no mirrors in our room, so my dig was playing that part in occasions like "do these clothes fit?"

Sea is better at night

Sea is better at night, I insist