'Five years', we agreed on that mid-December day -- the day we purchased our Stone House on the Hill
in the Greek Peloponnese. 'We'll give it five years and if we don't like it or get too old, we'll move on to something else.'
|The Stone House on the Hill|
Can you believe we made that agreement five years ago!?
Five years. A rather safe and long distance away it had seemed on that pivotal week before Christmas when we took ownership of the house that would ultimately change the course of our lives.
Where did the time go? How did we cross the goal line so soon?
Five years. We hoped we would stay healthy and young enough in spirit to make it that
long. Back then, moving here and becoming expats hadn't even been part of the discussion. Those were just life's dominoes waiting to be tipped as we made our way to today.
Time does change all things
|Buyers (us), sellers, attorney and realtor celebrate the sale of the house.|
, as Swiss linguist Ferdinand de Saussure so aptly concluded. It certainly has changed us and our world. Looking back on this last half decade those changes were so subtle that we didn't realize as time passed how substantial they were.
|Agios Nikolaos fishing harbor - our village|
Those first couple years, in retrospect, it seemed we were playing house here. It all was so different that it just didn't seem real. Although we were living here, we were still feeling a bit like tourists who observe and enjoy and then take their leave.
|The Scout joins the other 'old boys' in checking out the produce for sale |
Somewhere along the way we become part of the village and it a part of us. We still chuckle at a houseguest's remark that she felt as if she were in a parade each time we drove through town with all the waving we did and calling out to those we know. We're pleased that over time we've grasped enough of the language to be able to call out a greeting, inquire as to how the person is and respond when the question is asked of us. We are no longer the grinning bobble heads we were when we first arrived.
Even if we devoted the rest of our lives to learning Greek, however, we wouldn't live long enough to master it. But as our cache of words increases so do our conversations and relationships.
|Bloody Hell! We've got some great British ex pat friends here|
Speaking of language, one unexpected bonus of the last five years is that thanks to our fellow British expats we are becoming multi-lingual! We find ourselves interjecting proper English words into our conversations:
"Crikey! We are speaking with proper English these days. Bloody Hell, who'd have thought we'd do that?"
|Takis, our olive oil processor and the Amerikani|
While feeling a part of the village we are still often called 'the Amerikani' just because it is easier to identify us that way. Usually it is said, 'Amerikani' with a toss of the head in the direction of the hill on which we live as that further identifies which Amerikani we are. There are still so few Yanks in the area that 'Amerikani' works for the dozen or so of us who make our homes here on a full or part-time basis. And part of the reason for the label in our case is that while most get. Jackie, they have a difficult time with saying Joel.
One of my favorite 'name' stories comes from a recent first-time visit to a popular dry cleaning business in Kalamata. The young man asked my name and I said, 'Smith, . . pausing and adding, 'Jackie' for further identification. He laughed and replied, 'No need, I remember you.'
No claim ticket or receipt was given so I expected much confusion when I returned the following week. I shouldn't have worried because as I walked through the doorway he called out, 'Kalimera (good morning) Smith!' and had my items on the counter by the time I got to it.
We've been and are being culturally immersed here. No classes, no research papers. No assignments. We are learning of the world around us just by interacting with the many people who make up our village world.
|Every day is a lesson in culture and history around here|
Generally the tradesmen here are Greek or Albanian - and we've come to know many as they make repairs or improvements to
our Stone House on the Hill
. As the years have passed we've gotten to know them as friends as well and know their families. It has been enriching to learn more about their countries and cultures just from the one-to-one association we have with them.
The expat world itself is made up of a delightful mixture of cultures. We gathered for Christmas buffet lunch at our friend's home just down the road and we could have been a committee of the United Nations! Our small gathering of folks, who live within a two kilometer radius of us, represented nine countries!
|Stoupa village - new shops and restaurants AND tourists|
Our five years have given us an up-close look at Greece's economic struggles and the country's emergence from it. While we know there are those still struggling in the country we are seeing our slice of Greece come to life with new shops and restaurants opening each spring. The Airbnb craze has hit with signs offering accommodations sprouting up along every road we travel. We even have one next door now! New home construction is going wild with nearly a dozen construction sites within a two mile radius of our home.
No More Goals - Just a Gift of Time
In retrospect, we probably gave ourselves the best Christmas gift ever when we bought this home because we gave ourselves that 'final fling' and in doing so, we gave ourselves the gift of time ~
|The Scout, The Scribe and their Stone House on the Hill|
Time to explore a new lifestyle together.
Time with old friends who come to visit; real time
that is; not a rushed dinner or drinks conversation but the kind that continues for hours long into the night kind of visits.
Time for basking in the best of new cultures.
Time for making new friends and expanding our world in ways we never could have imagined.
Time to explore the world that exists on this side of the pond.
Time to stargaze and time to watch ocean waves.
Time to step away from the routines of our old life and try something new. . . before time got away from us and we found we were too old to do it.
|A table with village view|
We didn't set a new goal of 'another five years', as we toasted the first five. Instead we asked ourselves, 'Do you think we'll make it another five years?'
As boomers having a 'final fling' (as we call this adventure), we know our advancing ages and health will be a factor. Our four plus months of being 'held' in Greece awaiting our residency renewal earlier this year, was a clear reminder that we are but guests in this adopted land. Government rules, immigration changes - so many things beyond our control -- could easily dictate the time we have left in Greece.
Nowadays when we are told by friends that they plan to visit 'one of these days', we think, 'That's fine, IF we are still here.'
For now we'll continue living that daydream and enjoying this final fling of ours on the hillside overlooking our slice of Greece. It isn't tough duty! And if the next five years go as fast as the first, well, who knows how long we might be here?
|The Stone House on the Hill - far right, up from the harbor|
With that, we will close with wishes for a Happy New Year and thanks for being here with us as we celebrate another year of this adventure.
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