A few months before I left, my cousin shared this photo with me.
Anyone who is Ikarian “gets” this photo and usually laughs hysterically when they see it. I showed it to an American friend, and they didn’t get it. For the non-Greeks out there, IKAPIA is the island of Ikaria — the Greek R looks like a P. So as a way of explanation, here are a few examples.
Yesterday the brakes on my sister’s rental car were making a lot of noise and were obviously bad. I called the woman we rented the car from at 1:00 in the afternoon to report the problem. As we were sitting the platia last night, my phone rang at 11:30 pm to make arrangements to fix it.
My cousin had an appointment at 9:00 am yesterday to meet someone. They showed up at 11:00 am.
Two nights ago there was a big celebration, a panagiri, for one of the local churches down in the river bed. There you can buy a dinner of lamb, salad, potatoes, and wine. There is always a band and Greek dancing. The band began their warm ups at 11:30 pm. We walked down at midnight, and we strolled in at 3:45 am. Kids included.
I have gone grocery shopping at midnight for items I need for breakfast.
A repair man told my father he would be at the house at 10 am to fix something. He arrived at 9:30 at night.
In other words, in Ikaria, there is no such thing as time or a schedule. Life just is.
Below are a few photos of the panagiri. The lamb is served in brown paper and the wine is served in olive oil bottles. If you click on one photo, the images will increase in size and you can scroll through.