“Slow down, you move too fast,
gotta make the morning last. . .”
-- Paul Simon, The 59th Street Bridge Song
I regularly meet a fellow writer friend for coffee and chitchat when I am in the Pacific Northwest. We schedule it early in the day so as to fit it in to our schedules, which in itself could be a laugh as we are both retired. I mean, really, ‘schedules’ when you are retired??
We never worry about overstaying the 1.5 hour free parking limit where we rendezvous because frankly, we don’t have time to exceed it – there’s always another appointment or commitment that one of us needs to get to. We sip steaming beverages served in paper cups imprinted with
Starbucks logos, giving little attention to our surroundings.
We aren't quite as hurried as others who rush in and ‘grab and go’ – we can now use our mobile device to order our coffee prior to our arrival at this coffee shop chain. No waiting. In and out and on our way. Who has time to linger?
That rushed approach to both having coffee and living life seems normal, the ‘American way’.
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| Coffee on the island of Poros, Greece |
And, I've come to learn, it is a stark contrast to the Greek approach to meeting for coffee. The difference between the two is nothing short of a cultural caffeine jolt. In Greece meeting for coffee is a long, lingering event, not limited to any particular time of day: morning, afternoon or long into the evening, people come together over coffee.
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| Coffee shop corner in Heraklion, Crete |
It has taken a bit of time to adapt to this cultural phenomenon of relaxing and slowing the pace over coffee. I mean, sitting at a table, long after your cups are empty, sipping a glass of water (that is always provided with the coffee in Greece), just isn’t the norm in the States. Yet, here, it seems almost an insult to the establishment to rapidly consume your beverage and then jump up and leave.
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| Kafenion in the Greek Peloponnese |
This ‘long-linger’ over coffee may have gotten its start at the old style
kafenions, those tiny shops where a small group of elderly Greek men visit while sipping their strong-enough-to-put-hair-on-your-chest coffee and downing an ouzo chaser while twirling worry beads. Where ever the tradition began, it is insanely popular at cafes and coffee houses throughout the country.
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| Maestros café - Kardamyli, Greece |
During our early stages in Greece we used that American approach to ‘going out for coffee’ in our village. Sip quickly, check messages on our phones, then be on our way.
Siga, siga, (slowly, slowly) that is changing. After all, what did we really have to do in Greece that would cause us to rush off from anywhere? And why is it that ‘busy’ seems the acceptable by-word in the States, but here we are learning contentedness in sitting and smelling, the
roses, the coffee, in this case, and watching the world go by?
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| Kaefenion - Agios Nikolaos, Peloponnese, Greece |
We began slowing our pace one Saturday afternoon a few weeks ago when
The Scout and I headed to our nearby village,
Agios Nikolaos for coffee ‘at Freda’s’. That means
Gregg’s Plateia – a small cafe run by Gregg and his mom Freda. This popular eatery is an ex pat gathering spot, post office, bus stop, and serves as host site to any number of fund-raisers.
An added bonus is that Freda always has an answer to our questions, of which we usually have a few.
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| An afternoon at Freda's - siga, siga |
As we lingered at our table for nearly two hours sipping a cappuccino and a ‘press’ coffee on that warm afternoon I realized we were conquering the cultural coffee divide. During that time, we browsed through her furniture catalog, picked up books from her mail table that I had ordered from the U.K.'s
Book Depository and purchased oranges from the fruit vendor – never going more than a dozen steps away from the table.
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| We buy from this fellow as often as possible |
We’d visited with a couple of folks who were walking past, waved to others and simply watched others go about their rounds, like our village
pappas, making his way to the church around the corner – after he’d made a stop at the coffee shop across the way.
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| Watching the street scene - Agios Nikolaos, Peloponnese |
By lingering, we had a treat as a ‘new’ fishing boat was spotted in the bay and crew were shuttling its catch between the boat and the harbor fish scales. Amazing all the things there are to watch and learn while sipping a cup of coffee – if you give yourself the time to do it.
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| Agios Nikolaos - Peloponnese |
Our timing was off that day – even with our lingering – so we didn’t get to watch the bus from Kalamata stop in front of the cafe and deposit passengers prior to threading its way down the village’s main street to its next stop at the other end of town.
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| The bus comes through town three times a day - Agios Nikolaos |
You, who follow our adventures on
Facebook, know that one of my most favorite pastimes (and unexplainable) is watching the bus that serves this region crawl through town on its way north or south and then posting FB photos like the one above.
I was glad to learn I wasn’t the only one who enjoys that bus. The photo below was taken on another afternoon coffee outing, when we had new friends who were visiting from the United States join us for an afternoon coffee at another favorite hangout of ours,
Molos Bistrot, next to Freda’s. It was the oncoming bus – not the caffeine – that jolted them out of their seats with cameras in hand.
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| Here comes the bus! |
I took the photo below a few years back in a cafe where we sipped coffee during a stay in a village on Crete’s southern coast. Back then, we had a limited amount of time for travels in Greece and wanted to see as much of the country as possible. The message didn’t ring as clear then as it does these days.
We thank you for being here with us for another serving of Greek tales and hope to see you back again. Until then, safe travels to you and yours.
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