Snowmen and sunsets | Christmas on a Greek Island 

Sadly we didn’t get to spend Christmas with our families this year, but we did have a pretend Christmas Day in November before we left for Greece and it was probably for the best seeing as my sister ended up catching a bug and being bed-bound and quarantined at her flat for the real Christmas Day! So there we were, in Greece, (which isn’t exactly the most festive destination) cooking a roast and drinking mulled wine on our own while my sister had rice delivered to her doorstep and my mum spoke to her through the window. It actually makes for quite a humorous and unique Christmas story to be fair…although maybe we’re not allowed to laugh about it yet, I should probably wait till next Christmas for that joke to be acceptable. 

We had stunning blue skies on Christmas Day and enjoyed it in our hosts house, mainly because the oven was in there, but it was also nice to sit on their beautiful balcony where we ate popcorn and drank beer with an incredible view. Craig was the chef, as per usual, and took advantage of the abundant sage, lemons and oranges in our garden to flavour the chicken. It was really tasty but soon became distinctively zesty….”Craig, did you add lemon juice to the vegetables too?” “No…but I did put the chicken drippings into the bistro gravy mix” “well you’ve royally fucked this roast up then!” The drippings were mainly lemon and orange juice, and now that was in the gravy which was smothered over our whole meal. Dear oh dear! It was actually quite hard to eat as the flavours were so intense. Craig hasn’t had much luck with the citrus family actually. The other day he ate half a lemon which he’d mistaken for half a grapefruit. In his defence it was a huge lemon and looked very like a grapefruit, but even as he slathered it in sugar and commented on how it was the sharpest grapefruit he’d ever eaten, he still didn’t clock that it was a lemon until a few days later when we picked the tree and saw how big they grew to…oh how I laughed!

We had a little stroll around the village but it was more of a ghost town than normal. On Christmas Eve children had been knocking on houses and singing carols. They really didn’t give it much effort though and usually one person would frantically bash a triangle while the other whispered a song. Our favourite supermarket worker who looks similar to Robert De Niro was joyfully humming along to the children singing to him in his shop and it really put a smile on my face. It’s sweet to see traditions like that still going on today, even if there wasn’t much enthusiasm to it. 

After Christmas the weather went rather downhill. We experienced one of the most intense storms in the middle of the night with howling winds. The thunder didn’t rumble, it roared and literally shook the house and bed. I was very aware of the storm and immediately after the flash of lightning I’d be prepared for the thunder boom above us – Craig however snoozed between each clash and rumble and whenever the noise came he’d jump out of his skin and do what seemed to be a 3 second impression of someone having an epileptic fit. 

When we woke the next day, the surroundings were coated in a thin layer of white! It was more like settled sleet but heck it looked like snow and I ran out excitedly to make a snowman, quite a bizarre concept to be doing that in Greece! To give it a true zesty feel I gave it a piece of orange skin for the nose. The next four days were cold and miserable with sporadic snowfall. It was like cartoon snow as it fell so slowly, in big fluffy dollops. 

Luckily after Mother Nature finished farting and throwing ice on our island we were treated to some better, calmer weather with some exceptional sunsets.

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