Thank you, for that Greek generosity...

...Tímos Pétras. You, and many others here on the island, 

so often remind me of how important the small gestures are.

24 hour delivery service. Neatly packaged and just to pick up.

Just a phone call away.

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Forever protected...

700 years of close watch, the Venetian way.
I look up this beloved castro every day and night.
It is like always wearing a cap on my head.
Living with it constantly, means easy to forget how it is inside looking out.
Angles of dramas, too often forgotten.
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Nothing less but breathtaking.

Mushrooms below.

Soldiers in a row.

Olympic Stadium environment.

By land and by sea.

Fortress within the fortress.

Watching with amazement from Petrí...

Cool at night, the sounds of owls and herons,

incredible farewells to the light of the day,

shifting from minute to minute

are the views and the visit to the village of Petrí.

Easy to get affected here and just go with the flow of thoughts and emotions.

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Young mind contemplating.

Tranquility approaching.

Last breath in the sky.

Ten minutes later.

From loukoumades to Stefanos...

There are so many trips I like to take on Lesvos.

Innumerable varieties, really.

I move around a lot 

and very often I go back to 

where I have been before.

To Mantamados and Termís,

from sweets to silence.

And often bringing friends along.

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Alexander The Great...

I have the joy of knowing so many kids of friends of mine.

I learn considerably much more from children than from many grown-ups.

They are still authentic in their energies. At least for some time.

As long as I keep my ears and eyes open, I can still remember how it once was.

That is no problem with Alexander around.

He gets my attention whenever he feels he wants it .

Through the clear and unpretentious manners of his.

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Mobile phone photos.

Pumas and ouuupa...

 I experienced polarities, between early birds, 

the-any-time-ready-for-tanning-people

and those who preferred more of a "hold" stage.

The dancers did a good job and got some people enthusiastic. 

New cultures are hard to take in.

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Pumas inhaling.

I am not really ready to go.

They got louder and louder.

A surprise intervention...

I always just land and I am being met at the airport by a friend, in all silence and modesty.

Some people are met with pomp and circumstance! Like this group from a first time to the island Danish operator, Aarhus Charter. Outside of some coffee and ouzo, police escort and dancers, the large group was met by the local organizer of Alonia Holidays and the Lord Mayor of the island, with a red rose behind his left ear. It was just outside of the village of Lambo Mili, where the coaches were stopped and people were asked to leave the buses.  It came as a big surprise. I could not avoid being there. 

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First time ever, a Greek police car with foreign flags.

Open doors to car radio, the Greek version of stereo.

Casual guys.

Lots of confusion.

Eye contact.

A speech, the Greek, modest way.