Easter is coming yet again. Maria was dyeing eggs red in the Greek manner. They put a parsley or dill or mint leaf together with the egg wrapped in a piece of nylon stocking or a sock before putting it in the dye. The traditional dying medium was onion skins, saved all year for the occasion. After, you polish the eggs with olive oil.
Now,Good Friday (Big Friday to the Greeks) the sounds of droning byzantine song and tolling funereal bells for ol’ daid Jaysus drift up to our apartment from the 15 or 20 churches in a six block radius of our apartment. There are hundreds, maybe thousands of churches in Athens alone. This is why there is a constant furious breeze in Athens, from the quick circular self-crossing motions that greeks are compelled to do every time they see a church. Tonight they drag out a two-dimensional flatland rendition of daid JC and parade him in a picturesque manner around town, often accompanied by marching bands. It is a big night.
We will most likely go down to Piraeus, putting our bicycles on the metro.
That’s it for today. Xristos Anesti.