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A reflection on the year past and looking to the future…
Sometimes when it seems that most of the world is in the turbulence of one kind or another it feels as if Corfu is still trundling on regardless– possibly this is because life in Greece has always been somewhat chaotic! Overall we can’t complain about how things are going, there is a reserved air of optimism, which has been somewhat absent in the last year. We’ve been in our ‘new’ office for nearly 2 years, which we love, and it seems to have been a great move with space for people to come and browse, and chat with us about the type of property they are looking for. In the property business,…
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Clean Monday – Καθαρά Δευτέρα – during the lockdown in Corfu…..
In our family, as I am sure in most here on Corfu, the kite flying is a “man thing” … the men seem to pretend they are not really bothered but there does seem to be some gentle rivalry as to who gets their kite highest LOL….. Clean Monday [ Kathari Deftera] is usually one of my favourite National holiday days of the year.It is officially the first day of what we consider Lent [Ash Monday in the UK] The day before on Sunday would have been the last of the Carnivals held the previous weeks ….Before I came to live in Corfu I lived in London and even back…
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Life after Lockdown…
How the world has changed………everything we took for granted is no longer certain, all our plans seem to have been shelved or even abandoned by this upsetting situation, and we don’t quite know what we are looking forward to in the future. We feel blessed to have been in lockdown in Corfu all this time, although we have been restricted to where we could go we have all been working from home, catching up on everything we have been putting off, and getting ready for what we hope will be plenty of viewings in the months to come. We were impressed at how efficiently the Greek government dealt with the…
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ARTICHOKES – IT IS ALL ABOUT THE HEART! …By Sarah…
My first taste of artichokes was here in Corfu more than thirty years ago, and they’ve been a favourite of mine since.My lovely old ex-mother-in-law (now deceased) was not a talented cook by any means, but her meal of artichokes with potatoes and broad beans was absolutely delicious, never to be forgotten. She kept a typical village vegetable garden, in the village of Spartilas perched on the side of a Corfu hill with amazing views…It was not very big but with all the usual seasonal vegetables. Her husband would direct operations from his chair, pointing with his walking stick at what she was to do next, while she toiled away. …
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CORFU IN 5 SENSES…BY APHRODITE
I was not born here in Corfu. I come from Greek parents who emigrated to Canada in the early 60s. My parents raised me to be passionate about life. To feel laughter in my belly, to hunger for my mother’s luscious Greek recipes, to get excited when visitors arrived, to listen to Greek music while my aunts and uncles danced in the living room. To love to travel. All my senses were awakened by these experiences. I often visited the island as a child with my parents and sister. My father owned a property in Barbati, a lovely house with gardens so close to the beach. Winter seemed to be…
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CORFU IN 2020…
OUR WORLD IN 2020 Now, of course, the world is a different place. Looking back on my thoughts at the end of 2019 it is hard to believe how much things have changed. The lockdowns and travel restrictions all now seem like the ‘new normal’, as I write some countries have started to ease the regulations with a view to reinvigorating their economies, and we will how this proceeds over the next few months. Here in Greece, and particularly in Corfu, we have been lucky, the strict rules imposed early by the government have protected us to a great extent from the spread of the infection, and we are also…
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EASTER LIKE NO OTHER…
AN EASTER LIKE NO OTHER – BY CHRISTINA I’m not ashamed to say that Easter is my favourite time of the year. Having lived abroad during university, the time I felt most homesick was during the Easter holidays when I knew how much I was missing out on back at home. There were many phone calls from loved ones (mainly my mum) who would hold the phone out while a band marched passed and I’d sit in my little student room, crying my eyes out. You see, growing up in Corfu where the week leading up to Easter Sunday is a constant flow of marching bands playing sombre tunes (you…
