Today I woke up to the sound of nature. The sun was shining, the chirp of birds and crickets was all around, and I have a window at the foot of my bed that looks out over the green hills of Lachania.
Martine and I had a coffee together and I played with some of the cats - I have named my favourite Micró, as she is the smallest girl and a little feisty. I have noticed the personalities of these cats does differ quite a lot; Mouse is very skittish, Sweetie is cheeky and has a big fluffy face as if to prove she's innocent, and Claus is the dominant male who eats first and as much as he wants.
I went for a big walk through the village, to absorb its personality. This village is like an old friend to me; it's familiar and comfortable, there are some things that you wish would improve for it but it doesn't, and there are some things you think will never change and then it pleasantly surprises you.
Case in point: my favourite houses in this village are run down, old things with rusty locks on rusty gates. These are still here, waiting for some kind soul to clean them, fix them up and make them beautiful again. I hope someone will do it, as these places do not deserve to get lost in time...
There is one in particular in which I have stayed many times. It was Martine's friends place, with bunker beds and an open fireplace, big courtyard and upstairs bedroom. This was the place where I was doused in yogurt after terrible sunburn, where I watches dad shoot mandarin pips into the fire like a machine gun. This was the place I painted for Dad, that now hangs in his bedroom... This place is now in ruins; the owner took it back and removed all it's charm - and now the weeds are taking over. The lock on the brittle wooden gate has broken off, so I went in and climbed upstairs and reminisced for a while.
Then there is the pleasant surprises. The church tower in the village square has been under construction for as long as I can remember. It was always surrounded by a wooden barrier so you could never see inside... As I walked in to the square today, I noticed it looked different. Was it he tree that had no leaves? No.. Was it that there are no tourists at Platanos? No (but it has modernized! It's moved, modernized, and even has wireless!) Then I realised the biggest change - the church tower!!! It is beautiful, made from sandstone and very mighty. Wow, they finally completed it!
I love Lachania, this quaint little village is so gorgeous, I will let photos elaborate the rest... :)
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