Life in Greece is good. There may be financial chaos around the corner but customs and traditions are being observed.
When I know that more than a dozen people are coming for lunch on Easter Sunday, my Austro-German mind goes into overdrive. Everything needs to be prepared at the latest the day before. The tables are set and the sunshades in the open yard are up. In short, everything is prepared to perfection. Which, to be honest, can make it a rather stiff affair.
We arrived at the family home in the village on Saturday evening. Everybody was cool. Not a sign that there would be a big event the next day. Just easy-going and pleasurable company. I offered my brother-in-law to help and he said I should be up at 8 in the morning. Punctually, of course, at 8 I was there.
My brother-in-law threw a small mountain of logs on the fireplace and lit them, and that was the end of that. I expressed worries whether it would burn well; whether it would produce enough glow; etc. He just waved his hand. Then he brought the lamb from the refrigerator. It was a big animal. He improvised a couple of small tables to put the lamb on. We then made the lamb grill-ready like we would be preparing coffee: no stress or excitement whatsoever. When something didn't work, a new trick was improvised. There was no rush. It took almost one hour to finish the job.
Then the grilling began. Surprise, surprise --- the glow was just perfect. A little electric motor made the lamb turn and that was just about the end of it. My brother-in-law went back to enjoy a coffee. I couldn't believe how one could be so relaxed when performing such a big job. No one ever asked "When will it be ready?" I guess the answer would have been "It will be ready when it is ready!"
As time passed, more and more younger and older women made their appearance and without any such thing as a central command or organization, they got to work. Somehow everyone seemed to know what his/her part in the show was. The tables were set; the sunshades were fixed; salads arrived one after another; bottles appeared on the table. Before long, the tables were bending over and the lamb wasn't even ready yet. People were sitting down and started eating. I asked my wife whether we shouldn't wait for the lamb. She said no; this was just the Orektikó.
At long last, my brother-in-law took the lamb off the grill. I asked him how he knew that it was ready. He just waved his hand. I was curious because I didn't see a large table where he would put it in order to cut it up. Instead, he took a huge plate, put it on the floor and simply let the lamb slide down. And then he put the plate the middle of the table and that was the end of that. Everybody took their food and drinks and it turned out to be a huge feast. Hard to think of anything more enjoyable.
Life in Greece is good, indeed. My thoughts got going and I started contemplating that there might soon be a Greek default and/or Grexit. That there could be complete financial chaos in the country. But something told me that life in the village wouldn't change all that much. Life would remain good.
When I know that more than a dozen people are coming for lunch on Easter Sunday, my Austro-German mind goes into overdrive. Everything needs to be prepared at the latest the day before. The tables are set and the sunshades in the open yard are up. In short, everything is prepared to perfection. Which, to be honest, can make it a rather stiff affair.
We arrived at the family home in the village on Saturday evening. Everybody was cool. Not a sign that there would be a big event the next day. Just easy-going and pleasurable company. I offered my brother-in-law to help and he said I should be up at 8 in the morning. Punctually, of course, at 8 I was there.
My brother-in-law threw a small mountain of logs on the fireplace and lit them, and that was the end of that. I expressed worries whether it would burn well; whether it would produce enough glow; etc. He just waved his hand. Then he brought the lamb from the refrigerator. It was a big animal. He improvised a couple of small tables to put the lamb on. We then made the lamb grill-ready like we would be preparing coffee: no stress or excitement whatsoever. When something didn't work, a new trick was improvised. There was no rush. It took almost one hour to finish the job.
Then the grilling began. Surprise, surprise --- the glow was just perfect. A little electric motor made the lamb turn and that was just about the end of it. My brother-in-law went back to enjoy a coffee. I couldn't believe how one could be so relaxed when performing such a big job. No one ever asked "When will it be ready?" I guess the answer would have been "It will be ready when it is ready!"
As time passed, more and more younger and older women made their appearance and without any such thing as a central command or organization, they got to work. Somehow everyone seemed to know what his/her part in the show was. The tables were set; the sunshades were fixed; salads arrived one after another; bottles appeared on the table. Before long, the tables were bending over and the lamb wasn't even ready yet. People were sitting down and started eating. I asked my wife whether we shouldn't wait for the lamb. She said no; this was just the Orektikó.
At long last, my brother-in-law took the lamb off the grill. I asked him how he knew that it was ready. He just waved his hand. I was curious because I didn't see a large table where he would put it in order to cut it up. Instead, he took a huge plate, put it on the floor and simply let the lamb slide down. And then he put the plate the middle of the table and that was the end of that. Everybody took their food and drinks and it turned out to be a huge feast. Hard to think of anything more enjoyable.
Life in Greece is good, indeed. My thoughts got going and I started contemplating that there might soon be a Greek default and/or Grexit. That there could be complete financial chaos in the country. But something told me that life in the village wouldn't change all that much. Life would remain good.