Bloggers Day Out

 

One of the things I love about blogging is how you can “meet” people all around the world with a wide variety of interests. I’ve had the additional pleasure of meeting some bloggers, and the fact you already know something of each other is a great icebreaker.

Last week I featured a post where I met Greek American chef, author and blogger, Krystina Kalapothakos, from Kouzounas Kitchen and her friend Leilani. Now I’ll share the rest of our lovely day.

wp-image-1282403962We started at the Kritsotopoula monument, just outside of Lato, 3k from Kritsa, carved by local sculptor, Nigel Ratcliffe. The memorial is at the site of the 1823 battle between Christians and ruling Ottoman forces. Here you see brave Spanomanolis (Beardlessmanolis) at the moment his injuries reveal he is in fact Rodanthe, long lost daughter of Kritsa’s priest.

Thanks to Krystina and Leilani for posing with their copies of my novel, Kritsotopoula, Girl of Kritsa.

KatarinaNext stop was a walk through Kritsa backstreets to show the less touristy face of the village.

DSCN0798.jpgAfter visiting Afentis Christos, the church of Rodanthe’s papa we strolled past their family home. As it is now a museum, often open to visitors’ on a Saturday, we were disappointed to find it closed…oh well, next time.

viewNext was a coffee stop on our balcony. Was I daft or brave baking cake for a chef? Anyway, it was a local recipe called Saint Fanourios cake, supposed to be eaten on his feast day, 27th August…I was a bit early! Below us is the church of Saint George, built during 1950s and sited on the imposing ledge I termed church rock in my novel.

DSCN0807.jpgThe new museum, celebrating local flora and fauna was open. It was the first time I’d seen inside and I’m impressed with the quality of the setting and exhibits. During conversation with Yorgas the curator I mentioned we’d be going to Katharo plateau later in the afternoon. We left the museum with a newspaper wrapped package of healing herbs to deliver to Giannis in our favourite Katharo taverna.

DSCN0809.jpgJust before going in the museum I’d spotted sculptor, Nigel Ratcliffe in taverna and introduced him to my visitors. Soon afterwards we enjoyed an unexpected “tour” of his village studio. Thank you, Nigel.

DSCN0810.jpgLater our chauffeur, my husband Alan, met us for the drive up to Katharo. Many Kritsa villagers have plots of land on the fertile plateau for growing produce and tending herds at a cooler altitude. Leilani won the prize for being the first person to spot a goat up a tree.

On Katharo we delivered the herbs for Giannis and ordered omelette and salads from his wife, the lovely Despina. We heard Giannis was very poorly with an injured leg so the gift of herbs was gratefully received.

Watching Despina cook proved a highlight. We laughed as Krystina edged ever closer to the heat…she was itching to get hands-on. 20953987_10155743806068324_7167547049242427341_nIt seems Despina cooks omelette, with the chips on the inside, exactly like Krystina’s dad.

A recipe for your second book I think, Krystina.

The four of us started as “strangers” enjoyed a fabulous day and parted as friends. Until next time I’ll try more recipes from Krystina’s recipe book, Back To My Roots and follow her on Kouzounas Kitchen.

Have you met up with a social media friend? I recommend it.

7 thoughts on “Bloggers Day Out”

  1. Thank you so much dear friend for sharing the beautiful Kritsa with us. I am honored to have met you and Alan, and some of the beautiful people of Kritsa. Can’t wait to return, and cook with you.
    Ps your cake was delicious, and I give you 10 stars!!

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