Vassa,its Loveable People and Architecture!
Trip Start Oct 09, 2011
11Trip End Oct 21, 2011
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After breakfast this morning I leave the beautiful residence "Roti" for some exploring in Vasa.
It is nice to be greeted in the streets especially by people you don't know. This shows warmth and kindness. You won’t find this happening in many parts of the world. Well, it is happening here and what I get is a huge smile and a “good morning”. I always greet them back and move on. There are times though when I turn purposely back pretending that I am taking a picture and I find them staring at me or leaning to ask the person standing next to them if they know who I am. This is what happens almost everywhere I go. It is part of the everyday life in these small villages and a way to keep busy wherever a guest arrives
When an unknown person to them comes to the village locals try starting a conversation to find out what has brought you out there. They are very curious but I enjoy this kind of curiosity probably because I will only be out there for a short time. I am not sure how I would respond to really curious people elsewhere. Of course I always try to be nice with them, but what I tell them certainly depends on what my instinct tells me that moment. I might seem a very open person however those who know me well say that I am not. Depending on the personality, most of the times I leave them wonder. In villages however like these, people are kind and open-hearted. So, at these times it is not a problem at all and it is a pleasure talking with them -besides this is one of the reasons I am here. I am here to find authentic people!
There are other times when I approach people myself. They are those happy wrinkled faces I find all over, -people with huge moustaches or old men and women holding sticks. One such person is Mr. Panayiotis Constantinou who seems so loveable. He is talkative all right, and before I ask anything he starts telling me about his life as a youth, his work and life in the village in general. Another person I distinguished here is the owner of one of the café of the village
Another person I see this morning but whom I have already met yesterday upon arrival, -and the 5th I come across in less than 10 minutes, is the president of the village Mr. Yiallourides who asks if I need any further help and offers to give me some leaflets if I need them. I ask him about Father Nikolas who I am to meet later on this morning after my stroll. He tells me that he is expected to be in the village shortly because he drove his children to the neighbouring village to school earlier.
I take the right side of the village, walk pass the stone-built chapel of Saint John the Baptist and I follow the road that goes upwards and out of the village. Vasa, is not flat and for this reason I thought of walking upwards before I get tired. I reach a dirt road and start taking photos of the fields, vineyards and the village when suddenly I hear a creep sound, and the sight of a very long thick snake not very far from me makes my flesh creep. I bristle and I am scared
From up the hill I spot the caves which can be seen in a distance on the other side of the village. The road descends sharply from where I am and I try to be careful as I walk down the hill. I am following the same road back towards the neighbourhoods of the village again hoping to come across with Father Nikolas.
Note: The last 6 photos in the entry don't actually belong to me. They show how Vasa looks in spring, and locals at work. I found them interesting and decided to share with you.