Best of both Easters

My dining table is a classic example of Greek and British Easter traditions, holding both the dyed red eggs symbolizing the blood of Christ, and a Simnel Cake with the balls of marzipan on the top representing the twelve disciples.

On Sunday we enjoyed a New Zealand roast leg of lamb with mint sauce, and today will eat barbeque with salads. Hopefully we haven't got the cooking the wrong way round as Easter Sunday was hot and sunny and Monday threatens rain!
Sarah

A smashing Saturday

Corfu Town was as popular as ever on Easter Saturday for the traditional pot smashing. I was lucky enough to be invited to enjoy the event at an apartment just off the Liston, next door to the Town Hall from where my family and I joined in with throwing the pots from the windows.

For a change, Corfiots were very quick off the mark, as a kind of pot smashing wave surged through the streets, so that in fact we threw ours at about two minutes to eleven, to be closely followed by the roar from the crowds at the Liston on the stroke of eleven.

I wish this blog had sound so that I could play you the music from the bands - in particular the drummers of the Palaia Band perfoming the most extraordinary piece right outside our window. They lined up in two rows opposite each other with the big bass drums in the middle, and played a drum solo for a few minutes.
Sarah

Cuckoo!

I simply cannot believe that Sarah hasn't heard a cuckoo in Corfu before this week. Their call is a yearly familiar reminder that Spring is upon us and, to me, as regular as the house martins, swallows and swifts that are now swooping everywhere, driving the cats to distraction and pooping all over my freshly scrubbed patio!

Another reminder that Corfu really can be very different from one area to another. Diana, for instance, says she has never seen a scorpion, whereas we have them, not only in the garden, but quite regularly in the house as well. Some of the garden variety are really quite large and light brown in colour, whereas (thankfully) the ones that I have found in the house have been quite small and dark brown coloured - except for the black one that stung husband late on Christmas Eve a few years ago - but that's another story!
Susan

Happy Easter

Spring sunshine welcomed worshippers to Holy Trinity Church this morning, with visiting chaplain the Revd. Bruce Lyons offering two morning services, thus reducing the usual crush and enabling everyone to have a seat and enjoy a topical sermon for Easter Day.

Holy Trinity provides more than just a chance to attend an Anglican church service in Corfu. Regular activities include a Craft Group which meets twice monthly, Library and coffee every Tuesday, Mums and Tots every Wednesday, Lunchbox on Wednesdays, Scrabble and Quiz evenings and a Nearly New sale every month. All this as well as the Bible study and Prayer meetings you normally associate with a church.

The Anglican Church in Corfu has always been a sort of second home to ex-pat Brits. Particularly for young Mums, away from their own parents and needing somewhere to turn for advice and companionship, but also for the many permanent foreign residents in Corfu who love the Greek way of life but want to keep their own religion and enjoy a chance to sing some rousing hymns.
Susan

Palm Sunday (Orthodox Church)

We've lost it a bit in Britain, haven't we? That huge involvement of
(practically) everyone in religious ceremonies that so characterizes Greece on days such as today. Not just the crowds lining the streets watching the marching bands and the schools parading, not just those spending a small fortune on coffees and cakes in the pavement cafes and buying balloons for their little-ones, both groups being an integral part of the glory of the day. The crammed-to-the-doorways churches don't seem unusual - yes, there are more people on Palm Sunday than on normal Sundays, but religion manages to be an important part of daily life and whilst there are obviously Corfiots who don't attend church every week, I would be surprised if most of them, of all ages, don't call in to their local church and light a candle on a regular basis.
Susan

More of our feathered friends

Still no further news of the pheasants, but I heard another "new bird" today - a cuckoo! New to me anyway, because I have never heard one here in Corfu, apart from the one on the clock which I have had since I was small.

It was definitely a cuckoo, I stood and listened to it for a few minutes to make sure it wasn't one of those collared doves which live near my house.

My son tells me the Corfiot name for the doves is "theka-oktoures" (eighteeen) because that is exactly what their call sounds like. This led to a debate about why it's not "theka-pende" (15) or "theka-tria" (13) but he's right, it really does sound like "theka-okto".
Sarah

More about Easter and Greaster (Greek Easter)

Diana's blog about the coming of Easter has reminded me of our own experiences in years past where we have tried to combine two cultural traditions and experience the best of both worlds.

However glamorous they may look, with coloured paper, ribbons and bows, a Greek chocolate egg does simply not compare with one from Cadbury's! It took me a few years to realize that I could use the uneaten chocolate from the Greek eggs for cooking purposes. Until then we actually threw away all but the first bites of the eggs given to my four children!

This year will be another opportunity to attend the Easter Day Anglican ceremony in Holy Trinity Church and then pop round the corner and watch the brass bands parading through town for Orthodox Palm Sunday!

My two London-based sons will be celebrating what has become known throughout south London as "Greaster" on the Orthodox Easter Sunday. Diana should beware if she and Spiros do decide to roast a whole lamb on a spit outside their apartment. Despite being in their own back garden, when my boys roasted their very first Greaster lamb they were honoured by a visit from the local police in answer to a neighbour's report of a "dog being cooked by some students"!

It is also considerably harder to find a whole lamb in the UK, whereas in Greece they are difficult to ignore, hanging as they do from racks in all the butchers and supermarkets throughout the country.
Susan

Pheasant mystery

The plot thickens! Ever since spotting my pheasant, and hearing his screechy call, I have been told that there ARE pheasants in Corfu.

Apparently there are pheasants somewhere in the Ropa valley where a shoot takes place every year. Also, there is supposed to be a butcher in Acharavi which sells pheasants - I am going to investigate so watch this space.
Sarah

Spring colours

I've had writers block recently (or anyway that is my excuse for not having contributed much to the blog for the last couple of weeks). Add to this the fact that our telephone line finally gave up the unequal struggle during a particularly violent thunderstorm leaving us without telephone for a week and then - horror of horrors - without internet for a further ten days, and I reckon this is enough of an reason for my being a bit "quiet"!

The difference between a reason and an excuse reminds me of an interview I once had for a job with one of the top-end villa companies. The interviewer insisted that the clients were never to be given the EXCUSE "This is Greece" in response to any complaint they might make. At the time I nodded wisely and agreed. Later on, at home, I realized that "This is Greece" is actually the REASON for so many of the slightly inefficient/annoying things that do occur in Greece, and also the REASON why so many people enjoy their holidays here in laid-back Corfu when it doesn't really matter if things don't happen exactly as planned!

Yesterday's trip out, with camera and note book, netted a selection of really interesting new properties and the attached photograph of spring colours at their best, taken just next to the rubbish bins on the edge of the village of Ano Korakiana.
Susan

Happy Easters

Easter is upon us, or in fact, Easters are upon us, which is very nice. I do remember my kids when they were younger, insisting on celebrating English Easter with English Easter eggs and being perfectly happy to accept gifts from all the relatives of Greek Easter eggs for the second Easter.

This year they are in London and cannot come for Easter, so they will treat English Easter as a rest, and I have been told that the following weekend of Greek Easter, when we will also be in England, we will cook our Easter lamb as if we were here. My husband wonders if the people in the apartment downstairs will mind if put a lamb on a spit on their patio (we are second floor), or alternatively if we should spit roast across the road, in London Fields park.

I think not. I think a cross cultural British/Greek roast lamb cooked in the oven should suffice. As it happens, we have a Greek church at the end of the road, so we can actually still go to the 'Anastasie' service on Greek Easter Saturday night.



Whichever Easter (or both) you celebrate - we have got a good supply of Cadbury's Easter Eggs in our shop, English Imports (or English Import if you believe the man who just did our new sign, but this will be rectified). Also, if you are visiting Greek friends over the Easter celebrations, we have a selection of small gifts, highly suitable for you to take with you.

Happy Easters from all of us at Corfuhomefinders and English Imports.
Susan, Sarah, Helga, Diana, Lorraine and Wendy.

Summer begins!

Corfu airport on Wednesday 1st April - Corfu's first direct flight from the UK, a whole month ahead of any other airline, Easyjet landed smoothly on the runway. As always on such occasions it was partly a social gathering, with many familiar faces all gathered together in the excitement of meeting/greeting/travelling to visit friends and family.
Susan

A pleasant pheasant

I thought my eyes were decieving me this morning when returning from my dog-walk, as there in front of me was the most beautiful cock pheasant. As far as I know, we don't have pheasants here on Corfu, nor do we have wild rabbits, presumably because they have all been shot.

There are lots of pheasants and rabbits on Vidos Island, but as pheasants can't fly very well, that seems a bit of a long stretch for them to make across the water. I hope there is a mate out there somewhere for him, otherwise he will be calling in vain.

I'm certainly not going to disclose where I saw him, just in case those hunters find out about it - much as I love roast pheasant (and roast goose!).
Sarah

It must be spring, we are all covered in red dust!

Now we truly know that spring is with us. Temperatures all this week have risen to 20 and over, so you have no idea what to wear in the morning when it is still chilly BUT every now and again, just to keep us on our toes, down comes the rain - and it leaves all that lovely red dust behind.

There are other clues of course, such as the wonderful flower scenes around every corner - this one was taken just behind my house. Every ordinary olive grove develops a postcard appearance as the flowers appear at the most amazing rate. I swear that if you pass somewhere in the morning, when you go past again in the afternoon there are more flowers!

Also, it is getting much easier to find somewhere to have a cup of coffee and a cake (and a loo!) whilst traversing the island showing properties (and yes, quite a few people arrived on the first Easyjet flight, seriously looking for property). The businesses in resorts which were securely shuttered during the winter, and tended to give Corfu the appearance of Caribbean island after a hurricane, are suddenly opening up. Colourful canopies are coming out, the furniture is getting a coat of paint and everything looks much more optimistic. This does not stop most shopkeepers being glum regarding the prospects for this coming tourist season, but their enthuiastic preparations contradict their outlook - somehow it always seems to come out OK in the end.

Anyway as many people are saying, Greece is not really in a recession now, the economy has been dire for years, so this doesn't really make any difference and we should all just carry on as normal. So we will!
Diana

Greek cooking in East Sussex

Visiting loved-one in East Sussex, we decided (bravely) to have a Greek themed evening for our friends. This was a bit of a last minute idea, and not being the accomplished cook that Susan is, it threw me into a total panic!

Lidl to the rescue! The local store here was running a promotion of Greek food under the brand name of "Eridanous", so we managed to get together a good selection of mezes, including meatballs in tomato sauce, gigantes, and green beans. Together with some home made tzatziki, a nice salad with real feta and roast chicken and potatoes village-style with lots of garlic and lemon, we had our Greek meal - the house certainly smelt Greek anyway! (The only missing ingredient was some Greek wine which our local supermarket failed to stock.)

Our guests enjoyed it so much that they now want to come to Corfu on holiday this year, so I have done my bit for tourism too.
Sarah

Never say Corfu 'is a small Island' (or, what can go wrong, will!)

Generally speaking we have the island sort of divided up between us, Sarah and Susan cover the north, I do the south and we share the middle bits, so nowhere ever seems to be all that far away.

This week Sarah has been away, so Susan and I showed properties over the whole island, together. We had the programme minutely worked out, as follows:

09.00 arrive in town, finalise property list, Susan dropped car in car wash to be close, mine was miles away.

09.30 walk up to hotel to meet clients, discuss property viewings, pop back down to car wash, collect Susan's car, go and collect clients.

Only Susan's car broke down in the carwash, so after we met the clients I walked the usual miles back to my (dirty) car, whilst Susan tried to contact the car recovery people. Went to collect the clients. Drove up to Sidari to look at the wonderful Villa Oceanos (pictured above), drove down to Agnos to look at land, drove into Kassiopi to look at two headland villas - road blocked by bus and bulldozer. Drove over to Coyevinas and Avlaki, near Kassiopi, looked at two very nice villas. Felt urgent need for food, drove back to Kassiopi, parked, walked through mud/cement in search of lunch and had very nice lunch at the Kassiopi Star restaurant near the harbour.

Tried to get to headland villas on foot, more road block, mud, large pipe pouring water just in front of the villas. Even though it was still sunny, wind blowing a very cold howling gale. Walked round the villas, looked at beach, walked back through mud and through the village to the now, very muddy, car. All this time Susan was trying to establish what had happened to her car.

Drove to Kentroma, looked at Horizon Villa which is nearly finished and extremely unusual and very attractive. Got back in the car and drove as quickly as possibly down to south west coast to look at Kanouli Villas and Villa Oleander. Just got there in time to see the sunset, so that was nice.

Drove back to town, dropped clients at their hotel, drove Susan out of town to meet husband at Lidl to be driven home. Passed her car at the Fiat garage on the way, but of course they were closed. Drove home down to the deep south in Moraitika. Collapsed.

Despite Susan's Panda 4x4 breaking down, it turned out to be a just a 'failsafe' button, pressed in error by the carwash guys as they enthusiastically scrubbed the carpets. My Panda soldiered on all day, drove heaven knows how many kilometres and when I got home I had still only used a quarter tank of petrol. Not bad eh?
Diana

The wonders of language

I think we can all remember the days of amusing menus, featuring such delights as roast kiddy and lamp chops, but this week someone brought to our office what must be the ultimate in 'babble translation' - the only difference being that this is supposed to be a serious document, outlining property insurance cover offered by one of the major Greek banks.

The introduction informs us that the house "encompasses innumerable significances and sentiments" and that we must not only protect against various dangers but situations that also occur "if by any chance happens the villain", and that their insurance protects us from "the unpleasant consequences of bad moment".

Included are such essentials as "fall lightning" and "fall planes, fall trees, terrorist energies, burglary of pipings, policies disturbances and malice energy", plus of course "damage the electric table and his wirings".

And finally, peace of mind for all, as this policy has "explicit and comprehensible terms and conditions, in order to you are absolutely sure for the covers his our and obligations".

There you are, now you know exactly what insurance cover you have should anything untoward occur!

Having said that, I do remember my mother in England having had home contents insurance for the last 30 years or so and never having claimed, had a fall, during which she cut herself and got blood on the carpet. When she contacted the insurance company to see if she could claim for a new carpet, they told her unfortunately not, as 'it was an accident'. In future in Britain, take note - if you are going to do any damage in your house, make sure you do it on purpose!
Diana