Sunday, 29 April 2012
EASTER 2012 AZOGIRES STYLE
Easter started rather special this year. In the beginning of Easterweek a Blues man showed up, he entertained us every night of his stay, playing blues on our old guitar together with his lovely wife. His name was Bogard and he had a heart of gold. I only wish that our very own brothers Carl Wyatt and Archie Lee Hooker were here to play along with him. I guess I can't have every wish come true, but it does not mean I stop dreaming.
Then in the middle of the week we had strange customers eating the tabletops from our tables? Yes they were horses, 2 beautifull little creatures visiting us every day. And every day they broke free from their masters rope. Joanna loved them and so did I. We do miss them, at the same time though we are glad they are gone for 1 and only reason; that our tabletops get to survive another summer.
Then came Easter friday, a quite sad day for Orthodox Christians for it symbolises the death of Christ. The women of the village all gathered in the morning with flowers, wild blossoms and thread and come to the monastery to dress the symbolic grave of Christ, which is an ark like box. In the afternoon arrives the priest who places an icon symbolising Christ in the middle of it and the worshippers one by one pay their respects. Then he takes the icon and the village youth carry the ark 3 times around the church. Then they hold it above the door and the worshippers pass under it, considering themselves blessed. The grave then comes back in the church, the priest reads little papers written by the people with names of their dead loved ones. According to religion it is the open hour were an Angel comes down, takes these names straight to God, where He gives a better position to them in heaven. Afterwords the priest asks the people to take the grave flowers home for blessing, good luck and to burn away evil. Before we went to the church though my good neighbor Horst and myself were to busy driving up and down the streets with binoculars trying to rescue some really nice people that got lost on the Azogires- Anidri path. So I made it to church just in time for the ceramony.
Then on saturday at 22.00 in the evening the priest came to the Monastery to burn Judas, bringing us the holy flame to take home to bless our houses with. This is done by making a cross above our doors and to bring Jesus back to life. It is a very strong ceramony that finishes with fireworks. The energy is unbelievable.
Then on Easter sunday all the meat comes on the table and the families sit down to eat.
Some days later we finshed partying with Arthur's birthday. Yes, he was 29 again. A man who's presence is essential to Azogires. For those who know Arthur will understand why his birthdaycake was made from Mythos beer. A very special thank you to Horst Schaab and his wife Annamaria for the lovely easter Rabbit and Lamb cake. Her cakes are amazing, so amazing that we have desceided to have easter every sunday. I hope she reads this, cause I'm getting hungry again.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3W1HxB7xtU&list=UU95bx15Ykqv3A_btH356GtQ&index=1&feature=plcp
Saturday, 31 March 2012
NATURES HEROES OF AZOGIRES
It was the 3rd of March, a bright and sunny saturday when 10 volunteers gathered to help us clean the roads of Azogires. They were brave and strong and sat a new example for mankind and humanity. They showed that if a man wants, a man can, and a woman off course. With volunteer work we can change the face of the planet, so thanks to people such as Arthur Jarvis, Jenny Neal, Bob Tait, Horst Schaab, my fiancee Ioanna, Martin Webster, Ann Billbourogh,and others who wished to stay anonymous Azogires is the paradise vilage again. Over 6 truck loads of trash of all sorts was gathered by these brave people and now the village is shining again. A week after the people of Anidri did exactly the same thing and they gathered more then double volunteers and the triple amount of trash. So in 2 weeks 2 villages are back to their natural pure clean and pretty form. We hope that others will follow this example and the world will be a cleaner place. For us, our children and the following generations. One thing is for sure; in Azogires we will continue this tradition at least once a year. For we have turned it into a festivity; after the clean up we sat down and ate lots of Sophia's Special omelets, salads and beverages made for us by my mother and ioanna, ok ok Arthur squeezed the oranges for the juice..A big thank you to you all. 
Sunday, 11 March 2012
SNOW IN AZOGIRES
It was early Tuesday morning the week before last ,when I woke up to my surprise a snowy Azogires laid before my eyes . I took my camera and just started taking various pictures ,just for the Azogires book of records first I saw my father shaking the ice of the trees and cleaning the cars ,then the Goats freezing ,the sheep ?? well they were just being Sheep not even bothered about it, besides one little baby who was all alone I could here him shouting Mama its cold .Ofcourse by the afternoon there was no snow left .Thats the beauty of Azogires even in winter its Summer
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