To yialo
Prosilia, (or Artsina, as it used to be called) is often referred to by the locals as "to yialo" (the beach) because it is much closer to to ocean than Ano Doliana, which they refer to as "to horio" (the village). As you can see, the ocean really isn't very far away, so it's much lower in altitude and a lot hotter! Very few people live here, even in winter and many of the stone houses are empty and falling in on themselves. The one coffee shop down the road is the hangout for the 5 or 6 oldtimers who gather there for their morning and afternoon coffee...and of course gossip! It always amazes me how quickly news travels from the yialo to the horio and back! Time may move slowly here but gossip certainly does not. Olive trees stretch as far as the eye can see and my uncle even has orange, lemon and pomegrante trees in his yard. The small stone house on the right in the second picture was where my father and his four siblings were born. It was built in 1892. During our tour of its two rooms, it was hard to imagine how eight people lived, ate and slept in such a (for our times) small home. Now it is used for storing hay and the goats in winter. Favourite things: feeding the cats, chickens, rabbits, ducks, dogs, playing cards on the balcony, listening to the mourning doves, finches, and other birds, watching the sun rise on the ocean early in the morning. Not so favourite things: wasps, smell of the chicken coop, sleeping in 40C weather.
Prosilia, (or Artsina, as it used to be called) is often referred to by the locals as "to yialo" (the beach) because it is much closer to to ocean than Ano Doliana, which they refer to as "to horio" (the village). As you can see, the ocean really isn't very far away, so it's much lower in altitude and a lot hotter! Very few people live here, even in winter and many of the stone houses are empty and falling in on themselves. The one coffee shop down the road is the hangout for the 5 or 6 oldtimers who gather there for their morning and afternoon coffee...and of course gossip! It always amazes me how quickly news travels from the yialo to the horio and back! Time may move slowly here but gossip certainly does not. Olive trees stretch as far as the eye can see and my uncle even has orange, lemon and pomegrante trees in his yard. The small stone house on the right in the second picture was where my father and his four siblings were born. It was built in 1892. During our tour of its two rooms, it was hard to imagine how eight people lived, ate and slept in such a (for our times) small home. Now it is used for storing hay and the goats in winter. Favourite things: feeding the cats, chickens, rabbits, ducks, dogs, playing cards on the balcony, listening to the mourning doves, finches, and other birds, watching the sun rise on the ocean early in the morning. Not so favourite things: wasps, smell of the chicken coop, sleeping in 40C weather.
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