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Thursday, March 17, 2011

The Market in Thesaloniki

The market street in central Thesaloniki or Salon was like a Walmart on crack. Seriously! you could probably find anything you want. And much more you don't!

When we first entered the market, we saw this:
Piggies, bunnies, little lambs, and big carnivore. I don't think there was a limit to the kinds of meat products you could buy here. The smells were a big strong, but it was an education to see all these animals hung like this,  like China town with a twist.

The seafood section was just as interesting. I got flashbacks to the the Market in Seattle.  No Kidding!
 I think, at one point I even saw some fish being thrown.
 but mostly, just a bunch of Squidworths on ice. SpongeBob was MIA.

the spice store:


The linen and clothing section:
Produce:
The Olives!
 Yep, This was one of my highlights! I could taste them all freely to see which ones I wanted. That is my kind of shopping. :)
After we left the market we hit up a cafe.  Coffee and sweets, Life is good.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Yummies in Greece!

Milan and I agreed that while in Greece we should have a Gyros. Which we pronounce two different ways. Serbs pronounce it as a hard "G" like in goat. I pronounce the "G" as a "y" like in you. 
I told him that a Greek person had told me that it was pronounced that way, but he still didn't believe me.
I neglected to ask in Greece what the correct pronunciation was, but I looked it up in the dictionary and found two ways to say it... Neither way was with the hard "G". I love being right! But, I know there is a precious lot am wrong about.


The Gyros was good, but a little disappointing. I was looking for the version with no fries or ketchup. This seemed like more of an American version. The ones I am used to seeing have meat, cucumbers, onions, that yummy white sauce, and not sure what else. This was good, and too big to finish, though, it was not what I had expected in my gyro in Greece as were many other things.

Like these cool pretzels being sold on the street. I don't know the name in Greece, but they look like the djevrek in Serbia. (to my Serbian friends: I know I spelled it wrong, but try to make it so English speaker get the gist of how it sounds.)




There were loads of desserts. We had Gelato, Italian Ice cream. It has been a favorite of mine since my first road trip across the US. I found it on my pit stop  in Las Vegas at the Bellagio. That teamed with a cappucino is a little slice of heaven.

The gelato in Greece did not disappoint, it was soft and creamy and full of flavor. Try it if you get the chance. It has much less fat than ice cream, with none of the dreaded flavor of lite foods. Yummy!
We ordered all of our foods in English.

In most big places English was the way to go. In Stavros in Chaldiki and in many others the choice of languages is Greek or Serbian. So many Serbs come here to holiday, that the Greeks have learned enough to profit greatly. I think the Greeks and Serbs are like brothers who play well together. And when we are in the States and we meet a Greek, they always  have a friendly knowing look about Serbia. They are neighbors who have share good times and bad. History is present here and the people in both countries remember it well.

The similarities between the two countries is strong in the line of food. Both favor lamb, pig, and even the ouzo that is so common in Greece is a more refined version of Serbian Rakija, it is distilled 2x.
I think it is a bit comical that the anatomically correct male bottle of ouzo is next to the Extra Virgin Olive Oil, called Bio Bio. Ironically in Serbian bio means was.
We really enjoyed our culinary experience here, Even the food in our hotel was great. I especially loved the fresh cheese at breakfast. 

On our last day in Thesaloniki we stopped at the market for Greece's wonderful olives.
Olive trees were everywhere, but they have to be treated before they are eaten. These olives at the stand were super! We are still enjoying them.

Greece blogs will continue... there is still so much to share!


Saturday, March 12, 2011

Cats, Dogs, Doors, and Windows of northern Greece

There were massive amounts of strays in Greece.
 There were so many stray dogs that I am sure they have some problems with dog packs. I was surprised to see they were so many big ones. In Serbia, and in my travels in other countries, most of the dogs were shorter in stature.
This mama doggie was going to take her pups out for a walk, but my camera changed her mind.
I think this is called turning tail.
If there is any kind of animal control here, I would be surprised. In this way and in so many others it is just like Serbia. I really couldn't get over how similar these countries were.


I love all the plants on the terraces and windowsills. I love to get ideas for my own home from them. I especially love the shudders. I want shudders!

In many places in Thesaloniki, I got the San Francisco vibe. The steep, windy streets, and rows of colorful town houses really give the feel of that beautiful west coast city.

These buildings are water front. What a great place to live and what a view! I love the water in Greece. 
Even dogs like a stroll down the beach with friends, but this picture doesn't do just to the crystal clear waters. The one below does!

This picture is just a sample of how absolutely stunning, and clear the water is. Oh, how I wish it was swimming weather!

The pictures below are from the town, Ouranoupolis. A beautiful ancient town. Even though it is in the north of Greece on the coast, there are trees baring lemons and oranges in March. Flowers are blooming and there are many more on the way. 

Is it just me, or does this kitty look like it has bushy eyebrows? I think he is Serbian, they are masters of the bushy eyebrows. My husband is proud of his.

It is wonderful that these plants survive to adorn the windows of these homes year round.
More to come on Greece. Have a wonderful day!
and Please don't forget to pray for Japan.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Babino patcheh or Grandma's little penis

I have been going to my husbands village for 2 years now. Every time we go, Baba and Deda  greet us at the door. Deda shakes our hands. Baba pulls us in for hugs and lots of kisses that are closer to the neck than the face, so I always get a strange vampirish vibe from them, even though she barely has teeth.

While she is kissing us, she is always muttering sweet nothings of love to us like we are children. It is very sweet and I feel loved. This time while I was there, a cousin translated one of the  things she says to my husband.... Babino Patcheh. (I know I am not spelling it right in Serbian, but I am spelling it right for American pronounciation.)

I knew when she was saying Babino she was calling us her's. It's like saying Grandma's baby or something. What I didn't get was the second part. Patcheh is the word for baby duck and this is slang for penis. All along she has been calling my husband, her little penis. And as odd as it sounds, it is a sweet thing to say. I did laugh my dupe off when I heard this!! (Dupe means butt.)


I will have to listen closer to hear what she is calling me next time. ;)

Art and Graffitti in Thesaloniki

The Church of Saint Demitri has some lovely art all over the walls and beautiful wood carvings all throughout the church. No matter where you are in the building, there is something beautiful nearby.

Even the basement of the church was beautifully created.

Some comical art on the streets. No doubt these windy streets have hidden some of this in real life.


In the top right corner it says, "peace".
Sometimes is it just unattractive scribbling and other times...
A bit of fun, lighthearted work on the side of a dilapidated building.
No matter what the work or the reason for it. Art covers the earth catching eyes globally.

The script beside this pig on a motorcycle reads: Pigs on Speed.I do like this one, but wonder about the author.
The artwork on this dumpster in Stavros is completely utilitarian. It displays a pointed message. If you don't want the place to be dirty, don't litter and or clean it up! Everyone should take heed!

This piece of work was left inside the WWI tomb for a myriad of Serbian Soldiers. I love it.

More to come soon! Enjoy the art around you.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

What trip are we taking again?

The husband/muz and I have been planing to take a trip all winter, but hadn't. When we made plans for a trip to Budapest, I sprained my ankle, ended up in a cast and crutching. Of course, it had to be postponed. When we tried to book it again, it was too late. There we no longer taking reservations for that trip.

We changed gears and looked for other possible trips. There was one for Venice that looked so lovely I was all excited about it in a minute. VENICE!!! Who cares that it is winter, what a romantic city! But of course not enough people were going and it was canceled. Stupid economy!

We set our sights on a future trip to Venice with a backup plan for Vienna if the other didn't work out. We waited til Friday to see which it would be.. Neither! Venice was canceled again, and Vienna was filled.
At this point it is a comedy. maybe we wouldn't go anywhere.

The Muz searched other Serbian tour agencias for possible trips. Hungary was again an option. We called and booked our trip. Milan went to the bank and sent off the payment. Two days later, the agency calls. Only seven people signed up for the trip. Again our trip is canceled.

The lady on the other end of the line and Muz talk for some time, he explains we only have til the end of the month and need to go now. After a long conversations Muz gets off of the phone, breaks the news to me, and then tells me Thesaloniki, Greece is another option for this weekend, and what do I think?

Um, it has been snowing for like a week here, every trip we try to take is canceled and a trip to the coast of  Greece has come up, Game ON! I am in. Seriously, I am not stupid, I think I may have just hit the Jackpot!!

There is one hitch, the bus leaves from BG, and we would wait on the side of the hwy to get on the bus in Nis. To any Serb, this is probably normal. But to a worry wort American like me, this is a bit sketchy. I just hope the bus driver remembers us.

It all worked out in the end, we met the bus about thirty minutes from our home. The bus was filled with  bunch of ladies and two couples. The adventure begins!! Wahoo off to Greece!

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Are you Married to a Serbian Expat? or are you the Expat in Serbia?

Hello friends,
I have been increasingly looking for others like me so I feel less alone in this home away from home. Recently, I have had some luck finding quite a few blogs and sites that have been helpful in connecting with others like me.  It is great to find that kind of connection when you are feeling like an alien. Here are two women like me who blog in BG. Sometimes I feel as if they are writing my own thoughts.

http://realhousewifeofbelgrade.com
http://rosemarybaileybrown.blogspot.com

The one that makes me laugh the most is by an American man that writes the blog, They call it Promaja. My husband and I have a running debate on the promaja subject*, I am guessing we are not the only ones.  Pleas check out this site, and read the Serbuki entry.

http://promajaneck.wordpress.com
http://slavicmuse.wordpress.com


Trek for Truth is a well written blog by a woman who has moved here and is loving life here in Serbia! Bravo to her for diving in head first and getting acclimated quickly.

If you are looking for more possible sites, check out what blogs they are following.
I also found a group on facebook called, married to a Serbian Expat.

Other Sights I recommend:
Expat Women, Expat blogger, Internations, and Expat Focus.

Best of luck finding yourself cross-culturally! Embrace this exotic life and grow with it! Savor the good, and learn from the bad. That is my goal. But, I must admit, it doesn't always work.
All the Best!
Lafemmet
* The blog after party....
Promaja is a draft.
Here is Serbia, it is believed that if you have two windows open, that you will have pressure in your home that can create a headache. I thought my muz was joking when I heard this the first time he told me to shut one of the windows so we didn't get a headache. But he wasn't. This belief among many others here in Serbia are always puzzling to me. I tease my husband about them.
I grew up living in an old farm house in rural PA. Open windows all over the house created the draft that cooled us. Our old home had no air conditioning.  The promaja was our air conditioning. I loved it night and day, and still do. But now, I have to wait til the muz is away to enjoy it.