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The following entries are the story of our move to a new life in Anthoussa, a small village 3 km from the resort of Parga in the northwest of Greece. We were prompted to start this blog after receiving many questions from people who were considering a similar move themselves.
As you can imagine, uprooting yourselves and moving lock, stock and barrel to a different country is full of pitfalls. Coping with a different culture and lifestyle only adds to the trauma; but, as in life generally, you see the funny side afterwards. We recount the events as they happened to us; other people will have had different experiences in similar situations. Such is life in Greece and what follows is not meant to be a critiscism of the Greek people or the country, but all races have their peculiarities, and the Greeks are no exception. From our point of view "it all adds to the flavour"; and so far, it tastes pretty good to us.

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Sunday, December 7, 2008

15. Fowl, Weather and Christmas.

Well November has been wet, and do I mean wet!! We have had a month of rain, some gales and a little sunshine. However, for some reason, it hasn't had the same depressing effect that the same weather in the UK would have had. It's probably due to the fact that temperatures have remained around the 15-19 degree mark, and, when the sun has made an appearance, it's warm enough to go out wearing a T shirt, if only for a short time. We have been watching with trepidation the snow and cold back in the British Isles, as we are making a visit over the Xmas period to see friends and relatives. This means that I won't have to endure my Xmas nightmare this year..........putting up and dressing the damn tree, and then packing it all away again in January...........Yippee!!!!

Around the end of September, the chap who has the small holding opposite us acquired four young turkeys, which were let loose to bully the resident hens, and monopolise the choicest grubs and worms. Over the passing weeks we have grown used to the "gobble, gobble" interspersed with the clucking of the hens, and we have watched these scraggy specimens grow into fine examples of traditional Xmas fayre. It is becoming increasingly difficult not to give in to temptation and reach over the fence to grab one, although I'm not sure Margaret would cope with the plucking and butchering aspect of such an acquisition!!

As Easter is the main religious celebration in this part of the world, we have been surprised at the extent of the Xmas decorations being erected. All the sea front in Parga is festooned with festive lights and there is even a modernistic version of a Xmas tree (all steel and lights, no leaves). We even have one in the village, along with some other decorations, but thank God, we don't have snow and cold to go with them.

Ah well! Off to pack the cases and to prepare for the drive to Athens, and jousting with crazy Greek drivers.

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