1. Wake up at 6:00am and hike a mountain.
2. Attend Sunday Liturgy and eat some sweet bread.
3. Walk down the mountain with caution. But be a bit daring and take pictures of priests hiking down with you.
4. Watch as the village men and women gather to sing in their traditional dresses.
5. Find parking.
6. Drink Coffee at the plateia. You might not get it since there is only one waitress and many customers.
7. Dance in the plateia.
Today, I was lucky enough to go to my mother's birthplace, Nestani to witness their beautiful St. George's ceremony. With traditional dresses and fresh lilacs adorning their canes, the people of the town gathered to sing, dance, and walk down the mountain to their main plateia. Although supposedly this year, the townsman while walking down got into a fight...as a visitor, sipping some coffee in the sidelines, I did not notice anything.
As I was drinking my coffee and looking out into the plateia, I started to wonder about the role of tradition within my life. On one hand, I loved seeing this beautiful gathering and my fantastical side imagined life as it would have been in this little village in the 1940s. On another, I am very grateful that my mother did not stay (would I have been born?). Anyways, my life was not made within Nestani but today it was truly adorned by it and for that I am grateful.
To the Georges, Χρόνια Πολλά! It was a pleasure spending the day immersed in celebration.