The Aegean Wind.

 

 

We can’t see the wind, but when I close my eyes and think about it, Paros comes into my mind.

I love the wind.

It is so connected with everyday life on the islands, like as if one of our ancient ancestors planted it here.

I love the names that old fishermen gave to the wind:

Maestros, tramontana, zefyros, sorokada, pounentis, it’s like poetry to my ears.

 

In the summer, our days start with a family council, to decide where are we going to swim, depending on the direction of the wind.

You must be very careful with your hat, umbrella and sea mattress, if you don’ t want to find them in Santorini! Wind surfers don’ t mind though.

We always take a light jacket when we go out for the evening, and we place rocks on everything, tablecloths, doors, restaurant catalogues and sea towels.

In the winter, well, that’s a different story..

We see the wind as big waves or as dancing clouds.

When the sea turns white, people walk with their eyes half closed, and they know it’ s the time to make a fasolada or a steamy fish soup.

 

The wind here in Paros always reveals secrets;

Brings us odours from oregano and wild grass from the fields nearby.

Brings us echoes and musics from the distant next village.

And brings us memories, from the clean clothes drying in the sun, that smell of the sea and olive oil soap…