Hi friends 🙂
I hope everyone is having a great weekend!
I had another post planned for today but i decided to write about something that accidentally popped into my head this afternoon. While i was cooking dinner, i realized that we had run out of olive oil – that would be nearly impossible in a Greek home but since we don’t live in Greece I kinda consider it acceptable (just don’t tell @mama_taleoftworuns 😉 )…
Walking to the grocery store my mind wondered off to when I was younger, growing up in Greece. All those Sundays that my “yiayia” (a.k.a grandmother) had everyone over for dinner, the smell of the food, the laughter… It was such a staple, Sunday family dinners.
There is something different with Greek food, some short of comfort to it. It is not only all these ingredients that have been put together to make a tasty meal, it’s all the love that goes into cooking it as well.
I know it is pretty crazy that a walk to the grocery store made me think of all this but I guess some things are just a trigger 🙂 for beautiful memories.
What it means to me, to be Greek?
Being Greek, to me means that you always have a few staples in the house, such as olive oil, feta cheese, olives, bread and of course oregano, hand picked from the Greek mountains (oh the smell…)
Being Greek, to me means that running THE (original) marathon is one of the biggest dreams and honours.
Being Greek, to me means that spending summers growing up and looking at views like these is a memory that will always be with me…
Being Greek, to me means that “mezes” (a.k.a. finger food platter), friends and a lot of ouzo is a summer staple 😉
Being Greek, to me means that I am and always will be proud of my ancestors, my history and my heritage… (many thanks to my good friend Dimitris Zografos for his amazing photo below).
Being Greek, to me means that I am part of a country with amazing and welcoming people, who care. People who have the word “filoxenia” (a.k.a Hospitality) carved in their hearts and their way of living. People that no matter how much of a struggle their everyday life is, ALWAYS care and try to help others.
I ‘ve met many Greek people who don’t live in Greece anymore, and all of them have one thing to say in common. You can take the Greek out of Greece but you can’t take Greece out of the Greek… It is such a true statement. I have been away from my country for almost 10 years now and there is no future scenario of me ever going back… I do miss it sometimes and I am always proud to be Greek!