<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216268326032971060</id><updated>2009-10-14T08:35:40.101+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Greece Service Program Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Reflections on waging peace through service in Greece!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10006517463645348433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216268326032971060.post-7055005723111679510</id><published>2009-04-25T01:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-25T01:41:48.169+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YIASAS FILI MOU!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hoping that each and everyone of you are well…Things here in Greece are as good as always, we now have two teams arriving for our Spring program in the county schools, a foundation that many of you have been apart of .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer Camp 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friday 12th June will be the last day of school here in Gazi. Monday 15th is the start of our very successful Summer Camp. This year we will have five teams, the last team ending in August. As you can imagine and from the numbers of children taking part over the last two years we are expecting a record number of students to sign up this year ( 2007 - 230 students, 2008 - 320 students). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SfIYiKA9pII/AAAAAAAAAC4/7xW0bYEuddU/s1600-h/July+2008+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328348284215731330" style="WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SfIYiKA9pII/AAAAAAAAAC4/7xW0bYEuddU/s320/July+2008+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SfIXf2CMstI/AAAAAAAAACw/HFGEH9SdKfE/s1600-h/June+2008+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328347144980837074" style="WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SfIXf2CMstI/AAAAAAAAACw/HFGEH9SdKfE/s320/June+2008+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SfIYiKA9pII/AAAAAAAAAC4/7xW0bYEuddU/s1600-h/July+2008+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The success of this camp has now reached the ears of many small villages in the County and students will travel up to 30 km to join our Volunteers. No experience is necessary just the ability to speak English and a love of children. The summer camp is very informal, teaching the students English using games, songs, theatre and outdoor activities. It takes place in a primary school which has class-rooms, blackboards, a large play ground, T.V and C.D players. There is also access to balls of all kinds, hoops and jump ropes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SfIYieBRixI/AAAAAAAAADA/xors23FPPfE/s1600-h/July+2007+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328348289585744658" style="WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SfIYieBRixI/AAAAAAAAADA/xors23FPPfE/s320/July+2007+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you waiting for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need YOU!!!! With the larger number of students we need more Volunteers. It would be a real shame to have to turn students away… Please join us here in Crete to continue expanding the chain and give the students a Summer to remember….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sam&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216268326032971060-7055005723111679510?l=greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7055005723111679510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216268326032971060&amp;postID=7055005723111679510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/7055005723111679510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/7055005723111679510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/yiasas-fili-mou-hoping-that-each-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SfIYiKA9pII/AAAAAAAAAC4/7xW0bYEuddU/s72-c/July+2008+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216268326032971060.post-4779825052657606310</id><published>2009-04-12T03:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-12T03:31:04.119+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A TRADITIONAL EASTER IN GREECE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Easter Customs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These are customs related to the religious holiday of Easter which is the biggest celebration of the Orthodox Christians and the one richest in folklore. The word “Pascha”, Easter in Greek, stems from the Jewish “Pasah” which means “Passover”. Jewish people celebrated “Pasah” to commemorate their liberation from the Egyptians and the passage of the Red sea, while Christians celebrate the resurrection of Christ the Saviour and the passage from death to life. The corresponding Greek word for “Pascha” is “Lambrí” (Brightness) because the day of the resurrection of Christ is a day full of joy and exhilaration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216268326032971060-4779825052657606310?l=greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4779825052657606310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216268326032971060&amp;postID=4779825052657606310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/4779825052657606310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/4779825052657606310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/traditional-easter-in-greece-easter.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216268326032971060.post-3304581684670957248</id><published>2009-04-12T03:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-12T03:13:56.521+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mrs.Sarakosti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Many of the traditions that bond the generations together occur during the Easter feast. Easter is the most sacred and celebrated of all of the Greek holidays. It begins with a 40-day fast, of the 40 days, one week is chosen for the complete fast, during that time only natural foods are eaten. No meats, dairy, fish, poultry or dishes that are prepared with these foods can be eaten. Shellfish can be eaten, however three days a week are meatless days during the remaining weeks of the fast. During Holy Week complete fasting is to take place. Palm Sunday, which is the first day of the Holy Week, is a day when only fish and fish courses are served.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SeEOQtwcnhI/AAAAAAAAACo/EXNOezz5Bt8/s1600-h/114393-Sarakosti%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323551914852130322" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SeEOQtwcnhI/AAAAAAAAACo/EXNOezz5Bt8/s320/114393-Sarakosti%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ago in order to count the days people used to draw Mrs.Sarakosti. They didn't put a mouth on her face because she represented the 7 weeks fast period before Easter. Her hands are tangled because of the many prayers. She used to have seven legs, one for each week of the Sarakosti. Each Saturday they cut one leg of her. In Chios (a Greek island), people cut her last leg on Holy Saturday and they put it into a dry fig. They mixed this fig with some others and the one who managed to find it, it would bring him luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216268326032971060-3304581684670957248?l=greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3304581684670957248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216268326032971060&amp;postID=3304581684670957248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/3304581684670957248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/3304581684670957248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/mrs.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SeEOQtwcnhI/AAAAAAAAACo/EXNOezz5Bt8/s72-c/114393-Sarakosti%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216268326032971060.post-4399340388300207819</id><published>2009-04-12T03:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-12T03:09:30.819+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Easter is a moveable holiday.  Its celebration falls on the first Sunday after the full moon of the spring equinox.  All over the country a plethora of customs and traditions are observed during the week prior to Easter (Holy Week).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216268326032971060-4399340388300207819?l=greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4399340388300207819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216268326032971060&amp;postID=4399340388300207819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/4399340388300207819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/4399340388300207819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-is-moveable-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216268326032971060.post-5438473552810413767</id><published>2009-04-12T03:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-12T03:04:49.934+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preparations for the celebration of the Resurrection start on Holy Thursday.  On that day housewives traditionally prepare tsourekia (sweet buns resembling brioche) and colour eggs with special red dyes.  Ever since antiquity the egg symbolises the renewal of life and the red colour symbolises the blood of Christ.  In the past, people used to place the first red egg on the icon stand of the house in order to cast out evil spirits.  In some villages they used to mark the head and the back of small lambs with the red dye used for the dyeing of the eggs.  They also used to keep one of the big round Holy Thursday loaves at the icon stand in order to protect the members of the family from spells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eggs are dyed red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SeEMW9z8eRI/AAAAAAAAACg/LLSAfKS-is4/s1600-h/Coptic%2520Easter%2520Eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323549823217727762" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SeEMW9z8eRI/AAAAAAAAACg/LLSAfKS-is4/s320/Coptic%2520Easter%2520Eggs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216268326032971060-5438473552810413767?l=greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5438473552810413767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216268326032971060&amp;postID=5438473552810413767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/5438473552810413767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/5438473552810413767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/thursday-preparations-for-celebration.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SeEMW9z8eRI/AAAAAAAAACg/LLSAfKS-is4/s72-c/Coptic%2520Easter%2520Eggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216268326032971060.post-4976117344322294990</id><published>2009-04-12T02:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-12T03:01:04.095+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday is the most sacred day of the Holy Week, the day of the culmination of the passion of Christ with the deposition from the cross and Christ’s burial. Because it is a day of mourning, housewives do not do any house chores, avoiding even cooking. Women and children go to church to decorate the Epitaph (Bier of Christ) with flowers they collect or buy. In the morning of Good Friday, Christ’s Burial is reenacted in church and in the evening the Epitaph procession takes place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Children decorate the shrine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SeEKLNUa4HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/O7eF_AhCZqM/s1600-h/NF0403_greekEaster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323547422198784114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SeEKLNUa4HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/O7eF_AhCZqM/s320/NF0403_greekEaster1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The parade of the shrine through the town.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SeEKLQ8Fz7I/AAAAAAAAACY/H-V_S2edGuc/s1600-h/zante_zakynthos_easter_pasha43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323547423170482098" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SeEKLQ8Fz7I/AAAAAAAAACY/H-V_S2edGuc/s320/zante_zakynthos_easter_pasha43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216268326032971060-4976117344322294990?l=greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4976117344322294990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216268326032971060&amp;postID=4976117344322294990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/4976117344322294990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/4976117344322294990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-friday-is-most-sacred-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SeEKLNUa4HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/O7eF_AhCZqM/s72-c/NF0403_greekEaster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216268326032971060.post-7317193457691748991</id><published>2009-04-12T02:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-12T02:51:07.563+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Easter Saturday morning, preparations start for the festive dinner of the night of the Resurrection and housewives cook “maghiritsa” (a tripe and herbs soup). Shortly before midnight, people gather in church holding white candles which they light with the “Holy Light” distributed by the priest. When the latter chants “Christ is risen” (Christós Anesti), people exchange wishes and the so-called “Kiss of Love”. With the “Holy Light” of the candles they thrice make the sign of the cross on the door post over the front door of their houses for good luck. Then they allgather around the festively laid table, they crack red eggs and feast on the traditional “maghiritsa”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SeEHlN_QN5I/AAAAAAAAACA/hh9H3sc2C_M/s1600-h/easter4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323544570520156050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SeEHlN_QN5I/AAAAAAAAACA/hh9H3sc2C_M/s320/easter4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight mass Easter Saturday….Families gather at the church and at the strike of midnight light their candles and exchange wishes….Firework desplays then take place ( In Crete this is accompanied by the shooting of bullets from guns into the air….Balotyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SeEHlftdlSI/AAAAAAAAACI/IIDfubKd12o/s1600-h/greek_kremezi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323544575277372706" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SeEHlftdlSI/AAAAAAAAACI/IIDfubKd12o/s320/greek_kremezi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Maghiritsa (Tripe soup)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216268326032971060-7317193457691748991?l=greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7317193457691748991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216268326032971060&amp;postID=7317193457691748991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/7317193457691748991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/7317193457691748991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/saturday-on-easter-saturday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SeEHlN_QN5I/AAAAAAAAACA/hh9H3sc2C_M/s72-c/easter4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216268326032971060.post-5846231228488888568</id><published>2009-04-12T02:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-12T02:39:22.540+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Easter Sunday morning, in many parts of the country lamb is prepared on the spit. From as early as 6am. In other regions, the meat for the Easter table - lamb or kid - is roasted in the oven. There is a festive atmosphere everywhere and people eat, drink and dance usually until late into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;             &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323538764571486018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SeECTRJOJ0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Ortxz7t_OSE/s320/orthodox_easter_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;Lamb on the spit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                                                                      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;                                &lt;strong&gt; Breaking of red eggs &lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SeECTNqL36I/AAAAAAAAABw/soFv1GmkPwY/s1600-h/1co15b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323538763636006818" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SeECTNqL36I/AAAAAAAAABw/soFv1GmkPwY/s320/1co15b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216268326032971060-5846231228488888568?l=greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5846231228488888568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216268326032971060&amp;postID=5846231228488888568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/5846231228488888568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/kindergarten-summer-camp-2008.html' title='Kindergarten Summer Camp 2008'/><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216268326032971060.post-7434764891564733431</id><published>2009-01-31T20:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:40:54.051+05:30</updated><title type='text'>September Team 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SYRpr7Idk6I/AAAAAAAAABA/rwGJe7J9Q44/s1600-h/IMG_0668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297475265023021986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SYRpr7Idk6I/AAAAAAAAABA/rwGJe7J9Q44/s320/IMG_0668.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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2008'/><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UjXRxWdCx8E/SYRpr7Idk6I/AAAAAAAAABA/rwGJe7J9Q44/s72-c/IMG_0668.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216268326032971060.post-8083188001510682875</id><published>2009-01-31T20:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:26:44.720+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friday, October 3, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Submitted by Shirley Saint-Leon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“What would Theseus say?”&lt;br /&gt;- Shirley Saint-Leon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are surrounded by bumper stickers, bracelets, etc. that ask the question “what would Jesus do?” Theseus was a great Greek leader.  As I reflected on our experiences I asked myself “what would Theseus do?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theseus would first begin by reminding us that Garrison Keillor notes that the children of Minnesota’s famous Lake Woebegone are all above average – but T* would assure us that our Minnesota 6 (Harry, Shari, Dean, Carol, Jenny, and Sally are way above average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would tell Milly that is she can’t get into the white jeans she brought with her to Crete she should give up all thoughts of buying herself a 3-zipper white spandex mini-skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would encourage Susan, Gil and Shirley to think beyond mere bank failures and the stock market chaos (and the fears this might generate) to look instead at the joys and niches Art has brought into their lives – Art will endure, money may not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would tell Jackie how special she is – children adore her; she can live comfortably among us older folks and fit right in; she has a rare gift as a journal writer.  And that she makes all of us so glad to know her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would tell Lois to go to bed and sleep tight – and quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would tell Kathie that it’s ok every now and then to let her hair down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would tell Sam that she is a born leader who guides her flocks in their efforts to wage peace and international understanding.  He would add that “there is no –ISH about it.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216268326032971060-8083188001510682875?l=greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8083188001510682875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216268326032971060&amp;postID=8083188001510682875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/8083188001510682875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/8083188001510682875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/friday-october-3-2008.html' title='Friday, October 3, 2008'/><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216268326032971060.post-3038880803356046604</id><published>2009-01-31T20:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:20:23.155+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, October 1, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Submitted by Lois Wellendorf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“In matters of style, swim with the current.  In matters of principle, stand like a rock.”&lt;br /&gt;- Thomas Jefferson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students in our school, Katikis Primary, say it is “Happy Month Day.”  The children appear to be so happy every day that I think it should be called “Happy Month Day” every day.  Kathie and I are greeted each morning with many children smiling, waving, and trying very hard to say something in English to us.  We are visiting the 3rd through 6th graders.  The English teachers, John and Evie, teach English classes in the main building and the temporary classrooms.  School has just started for this year so the teachers do not know the students names and they tell us this makes it very hard for them.  The third graders are learning their English alphabet and have studied the letters A through P.  They are learning words like T-shirt, trousers, and hat.  They were very excited to see their new workbooks and quickly put them in their backpacks which looked like they weighed a ton.  They carry all their books, supplies, and snacks with them from class to class.  They are in class, then take a 15 minute break, class, then break, class, then break, etc.  We had the pleasure of visiting with a number of high school students today.  Today was “walk day.”  There was no school for them today so they visited our school where they had attended last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our school day, the rest of our group was visited at the hotel by Matina Skoulas who had lived in Long Island, NY for a period of time.  She now lives and teaches here in Crete.  She discussed the educational system, private schools, etc.  They found her very interesting and knowledgeable.  Matina brought a pastry called Kaletschio???? from the Alada’s Bakery to share with us.  Delicious!  Tomorrow they will be visiting a traditional Cretan village called Anogia (Anogeia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon was spent taking care of the daily or weekly chores such as spending time on the computer, doing laundry, catching up on lost sleep, shopping, a walk on the beach, etc.  Wow!  What a way to spend an afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you describe an evening of dining and dancing on a mountain top?  Sam took us to beautiful place called Arolithos located high on a mountain and the view was spectacular.  It was the perfect place for taking pictures of our group with the breathtaking scenery in the background.  After about a half an hour, we were seated on the upstairs balcony overlooking the band and dance floor.  A delicious dinner was enjoyed by all.  The band consisted of a Keyboard, Lyre, and Boozooki.  Sam point out when the man playing the Lyre sings, he doesn’t play, and when he plays he doesn’t sing.  The three men and three women in costumes from Northern Greece were dancing to the Greek music and bright colored traditional costumes.  The second set of dances costumes were from Crete.  Jackie, Jenny, Susan, Sally, and Milly joined the dancers on stage and danced the same steps Sam’s children taught us at the hotel.  Three ladies in red costumes danced a modern dance such as is done in the Boozooki clubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were waiting for our taxi’s the goats were coming down the mountain to be milked.  They are milked by the shepherds early in the morning and then return on their own back up the mountain. &lt;br /&gt; How do you end a perfect evening?  The sound of bells tinkling in the moonlight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216268326032971060-3038880803356046604?l=greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3038880803356046604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216268326032971060&amp;postID=3038880803356046604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/3038880803356046604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/3038880803356046604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/wednesday-october-1-2008.html' title='Wednesday, October 1, 2008'/><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216268326032971060.post-2246515993756040022</id><published>2009-01-31T20:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:14:02.698+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, September 28, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Submitted by Milly Fetchin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Change and growth take place when a person has risked himself and dares to become involved with experimenting with his own life.”&lt;br /&gt;- Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a perfect beginning to a wonderful Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An open door with a slight breeze, Bocelli on my personal CD player and a little gray kitten playing with my feet.  Everyone who was going to Santorini was present at 8:05 AM (our agreed upon departure time).  Those who were not planning to go were Shari, Harry, Lois, and Kathy.  Susan had planned to go but was not feeling well so she felt it advisable to stay back.  We missed them all – we are now a family in a foreign land and miss any members who are not with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ferry, the Flying Cat 4 took 2 hour to get to Santorini.  The ride was smooth and uneventful to we played Rummy, ate, talked and time passed quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride upon arrival was  a very steep climb with several switch backs but did not take too long to get to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was Pyros – for one hour of shopping and pictures – somehow Jenny got back to the bus without her camera case – Jackie went back to look for it but it was not found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking anywhere around Santorini requires concentration because of the rock steps and the slippery marble walkways especially wet which it was Sunday because of rain in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take this opportunity again to thank Dean for his assistance in getting several of us down from the rocks after the picture-taking in Pyros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our guide was very informative and if one is able to retain in formation – you could learn a lot from her.  One of the most interesting things would be how she got into the skirt she had on (tight white spandex with 3 zippers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting that Jenny, Jackie, and I went off the beaten patch to take some shots and later Jackie found a picture in a shop of the very location that we had discovered to take our pictures.  She bought that picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, in spite of the rain, it was a great experience and provided us with memories to last a lifetime.  We visited three locations on Santorini with shopping and photo opportunities in each – it was a long day and we were tired but satisfied with our decision to do this day trip – well worth it.  Let all who agree say yea – opposed say no – the yeas have it I’m sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216268326032971060-2246515993756040022?l=greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2246515993756040022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216268326032971060&amp;postID=2246515993756040022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/2246515993756040022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/2246515993756040022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday-september-28-2008.html' title='Sunday, September 28, 2008'/><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216268326032971060.post-2573997672159434496</id><published>2009-01-31T20:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:10:55.222+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friday, September 26, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Submitted by Shari Schindele&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Never doubt that a small group of citizens can change the world.  Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.”&lt;br /&gt;- Margaret Mead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday marked the end of our first week of volunteering in the schools on Crete.  It was an interesting day, offering a variety of experiences.  For example, some of us missed having eggs for breakfast, so I took a poll and learned that our group would consume fourteen eggs if Dimitris would prepare them for Saturday breakfast.  We learned that eggs had been missing from our breakfasts because Dimitris only buys very fresh eggs and none had been available.  Much to our surprise, though, they appeared during our four-course lunch:  salad of lettuce and tomatoes, a fried egg, soup, and pears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after breakfast, the St. Marina’s afternoon teaching group left for Knossos by bus.  They returned by cab in time for lunch and wishing for naps.  Meanwhile, the morning teaching groups were off to their schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millie reported that her morning with the 3 ½ to 4-year-olds was wonderful—especially since she was asked for an encore presentation of “Itsy Bitsy Spider.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol’s group worked with yellow.  The five-year-olds dipped a lemon half in yellow paint and stamped lemon figures on paper.  Picture it:  one lemon, twenty-one five-year-olds, and yellow paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lois and Kathy’s students approach them on the playground and say, “My name is…” or “How are you?” or they wait to see if Kathy and Lois can remember their names.  One of the recipes for their daily treats—yes, they get daily treats AND recipes—called for raki.  Today, they each received a bottle of Raki “for the cookies.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry and Dean learned today that their conversation activity of “Two Truths and a Lie” was an even bigger hit than they realized.  Students met them at the gate when they arrived and said they’d played the “game” the night before with friends.  They also learned that the more seniority a teacher has, the fewer hours she teaches.  For example, the physics teacher now teaches sixteen 45-minute periods per week—less than three hours per day.  A beginning teacher teaches twenty-five periods per week—3 ¾ hours per day.  The physics teacher was shocked at the schedule for American teachers.  Dean and Harry have been asked to talk at next week’s faculty meeting on the topic of the American education system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon group was surprised to see that there are fewer students in their after-school program on a Friday.  We didn’t mind, of course, and the day was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan was delighted to see “provocateur” Katarina soften up a bit, and she was also happy to see Costa lighten up and smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie received an unexpected hug and kiss from Nick—which brought tears to Sally’s eyes at the genuine affection reflected in his actions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny convinced Thomasin to draw something other than dragons although he incorporated those assigned shapes and body parts into his dragons.  After awhile, she had him labeling the drawings and reviewing the vocabulary orally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gil and Shirley manned the “portrait studio,” where Gil continued drawing individual portraits of the students to their absolute pride and delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I received my second work of art from Katerina today—Katerina who sidled up to my table and laid the folded-up drawing in front of me and then moved away.  Playing Bingo and drawing shapes and “house” vocabulary with Anna while she earned stickers was another highlight for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning teachers engaged in a variety of afternoon activities including beach walking and shopping.  When we had all returned to Hotel Handakas, we had social time pool side (and in the pool) and lots of card playing—Bridge and “May I,” a Gin-Rummy-like game taught by Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are snippets of our first week that do not convey the delight and care we feel for the students.  What we have seen through all of our experiences this first week of volunteering is that even though our situations in the classrooms and during free time are very different from what we encounter at home, we can make progress in building relationships with the students and with each other.  Too, we can make progress—both baby steps and bigger steps depending on our teachers’ comfort levels—in conversing in English and a little Greek with students of all ages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216268326032971060-2573997672159434496?l=greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2573997672159434496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216268326032971060&amp;postID=2573997672159434496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/2573997672159434496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/2573997672159434496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/friday-september-26-2008.html' title='Friday, September 26, 2008'/><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216268326032971060.post-7355806751703373551</id><published>2009-01-31T20:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:07:00.663+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, September 25, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Submitted by Sally Deke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“A day well spent – to have lived, loved, learned, and laughed.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning’s gray, cloudy beginning turned into a beautiful sunny day. We had a brief morning meeting and the AM teams left for school, while the PM team members went into town, read by the pool, relaxed and rested, then left for St. Marina School at 1:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fourth day with children age’s six to ten – approximately – went well. We’ve all adjusted to a slightly chaotic time, since we meet with our students during a casual recreation home work time. The students waiting outside always seem happy to see us. We begin each day with name tags and a song. Today we had a large group activity with all students playing Bingo. After this the seven teachers took places around the room marking our various activities including some using the names of shapes and colors. We added student drawing to our activities today, which the children seemed to like. We’re fortunate to have an artist among us – Gil – and he has been putting drawings on the blackboard that go along with our theme for the day. Today he also drew sketches of individual children, which they LOVED. Some students had us tape their portraits on their shirts or the wall; they proudly took them home. It was a successful (and exhausting) afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time some of the AM teachers took the bus into Heraklion and some purchases were made – two brave souls – Carol and Harry – even went for a swim. We hear it was chilly.&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the evening was dancing. Sam’s four oldest children modeled Greek dancing and taught us six-step and twelve-step dances. We had varying degrees of success, but we should all be able to dance when we go out for dinner next Wednesday evening.  It was another happy day in Crete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216268326032971060-7355806751703373551?l=greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7355806751703373551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216268326032971060&amp;postID=7355806751703373551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/7355806751703373551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/7355806751703373551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/submitted-by-sally-deke-day-well-spent.html' title='Thursday, September 25, 2008'/><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216268326032971060.post-2100291723727792959</id><published>2009-01-31T19:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:00:38.931+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, September 23, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Submitted by Susan Jensen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“A Person needs a little madness, or else they never dare to cut the rope and be free.”  &lt;br /&gt;- Nikos Kazardzakis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an exhilarating (and a bit exhausting) first day, the team rallied after breakfast to plan   for the next few days.  Shari suggested we have some topics and vocabulary words in our pockets with some general goals for what we’d like to accomplish in our 2 weeks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally brought name tags &amp;amp; I had some magic markers, so we decided to start with basic introductions &amp;amp; ask kids to make their own tags.  This worked well—.since kids wandered in at different times.  When new ones came in, kids would clue them in on the drill, and even help with English spellings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with a group activity, singing Head &amp;amp; Shoulders, Knees and Toes, led by our own diva, Jenny.   Resident artist, Gil, created a masterful self portrait on the blackboard, which Jenny labeled for the kids. Almost all the kids joined in &amp;amp; even wanted to pick up the pace.  Jackie was a big hit again with Constantina, Maria, &amp;amp; Vassilly, at the Bingo board.  Luckily, after a bit Maria II spelled her &amp;amp; wanted to take over as caller.  Shirley &amp;amp; Gil were going gang busters with Nikos &amp;amp; Dimitri, working on colors &amp;amp; numbers &amp;amp; simple addition, while Sallie had them picking up U.S. geography with a U.S. map puzzle.  I can vouch for Sallie’s success, since I switched stations with her, and my guys, Nikos &amp;amp; Dimitris were actually saying some of the state names as they worked the puzzle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny &amp;amp; Shari also had a lively group playing bingo &amp;amp; working with numbers.  I played a Brown Bear, Brown Bear game with a rotating group, doing lousy impersonations &amp;amp; animal sounds.  My friend Dimitris was so excited when he guessed the animal, &amp;amp; quickly produced a more authentic sound for the animal—his favorite was snorting like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended with a final round of Head &amp;amp; Shoulders, to the amusement of a couple of parents picking up their kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During free time, I swam a few laps in the pool, joined later by Dean.  We both are proud to be identified now as blue-footed boobies.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I known what a feast awaited us in the evening, I would have swum a few more laps. Sam had arranged for a Greek banquet—calamari, cheese balls, tzatziki sauce stuffed grape leaves, fried zucchini, and vegetable fritters,  with the grand finale of loukoumades &amp;amp; a nice tonic of raki to  ensure a good night’s sleep.  A perfect ending for a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216268326032971060-2100291723727792959?l=greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2100291723727792959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216268326032971060&amp;postID=2100291723727792959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/2100291723727792959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/2100291723727792959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/tuesday-september-23-2008.html' title='Tuesday, September 23, 2008'/><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216268326032971060.post-1674916707361781366</id><published>2009-01-31T19:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:57:10.508+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Monday, September 21, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Submitted by Dean LaFrenz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“What we have done for ourselves dies with us.  What we have done for others &amp;amp; the world lives on and is immortal.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast arrived early today as some were still experiencing “jet lag” and others were still recovering from the celebration of Harry &amp;amp; Shari’s 45th wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a degree of anxiousness as we anticipated our first day as a true Global Volunteer on Crete.  It appeared that SAM was somewhat nervous as she began to pace in anticipation of the first cabs arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9:00 AM Harry and I left with Sam to our assignment.  We were met at the gates by the warden of Gazi High School.  We followed Sam to the teachers lounge and Principal’s office.  We met Stella and Kathryn the English Teachers of the High School after a quick hello from the chain smoking Principal.  We soon found ourselves in front of a class of 26 16 year olds.  Our format of introduction of self, introduction of Global Volunteers, an Geography of the United States solicited questions from the group.  The 45 minute class flew by and the students left us with a series of challenging questions to be discussed next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned to the hotel for lunch and to share experiences with the other volunteers.  There seemed to be additional chatter around the lunch table as ½ of the group released their anxiety through the sharing of their success and the other ½ increased their anxiety due to the unknown and high expectations of self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our afternoon was spent walking to town and sitting around the pool sharing thoughts and feelings about the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner of Fish and Rice gained high praise.  Our 8:30 meeting was called by the arrival of our leader – the meeting was a sharing of the days activities by each individual.  There was time for laughter, as Kathy &amp;amp; Lois told of the cab confusion where they tried to convince a school working that he must be their cab driver.  There was support as Gil &amp;amp; Shirley related their difficulty with relating to 4 year olds, and there was praise as Sam assured us that we are off to a fantastic start and she was proud of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone dismissed with a strong feeling of accomplishment and hopes of an even greater tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216268326032971060-1674916707361781366?l=greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1674916707361781366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216268326032971060&amp;postID=1674916707361781366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/1674916707361781366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/1674916707361781366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-september-21-2008.html' title='Monday, September 21, 2008'/><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216268326032971060.post-2538333477232932139</id><published>2009-01-31T19:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:53:37.588+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, September 21, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Submitted by Harry Schindele&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You have not lived a perfect day, even though you have earned your money, unless you have done something for someone who will never be able to repay you!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what a trip!  We all made it and now it is Sunday morning and our 1st day of volunteer work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began with a continental breakfast and much chatter about our trip and nightly sleep.  First order of “Sam I Am” involved our “name-those-to-the-right” game.  Once completed each volunteer offered brief summaries of their personal lives --- some interesting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we discussed the “Philosophy of Service” for Global Volunteers – “Wage peace and promote justice,” followed by the 10 guiding principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some housekeeping chores followed:&lt;br /&gt;Social planning – Millie, Susan, and Jackie&lt;br /&gt;Care Taken – Shirley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SAM was so pleased with our language effort she volunteered to buy the 1st round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent some time developing team goals, summaries by:&lt;br /&gt;Culture &amp;amp; Crete&lt;br /&gt;Helping Others&lt;br /&gt;Developing Friendship&lt;br /&gt;Have Fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we discussed the following desirable characteristics of our team – Goodwill, learn &amp;amp; serve friendship, enjoyment, and flexibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team assignments were next on Sam’s agenda.  Interestingly, volunteers were a big part of that decision.  That was rather nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we reviewed school policy and personal safety.  Fire, earthquakes, parachuting, and water boarding were to be avoided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School policies included:  No gifts, no one on one with students, follow teacher’s lead, no early photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216268326032971060-2538333477232932139?l=greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2538333477232932139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216268326032971060&amp;postID=2538333477232932139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/2538333477232932139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/2538333477232932139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday-september-21-2008.html' title='Sunday, September 21, 2008'/><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216268326032971060.post-6174352948080345183</id><published>2008-04-25T09:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:28:48.620+05:30</updated><title type='text'>submitted by Samantha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3Dc-SPDPI0/SBHhed-PfQI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BUj8k-5vrAE/s1600-h/greece1team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3Dc-SPDPI0/SBHhed-PfQI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BUj8k-5vrAE/s400/greece1team.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193179758892907778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THOUGHT OF THE DAY:  Every moment of every day, life’s energy is coming your way.  Take it all in and make it into something magnificent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you could sure tell that the last day of the program had arrived.  Morning meeting at 7am?!?  I award a gold medal to Barbara, Elizabeth and Patricia for showing up!  The reality that the adventure has come to an end, the last minute late night shopping, and the night cap may be to blame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some volunteers went in early today to witness the Easter church service which is attended by the school kids, then back to work teaching at the various schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch most did their own things – packing, reading, kicking back. Evening coffee and biscuits together, waiting for the teachers to arrive. But unfortunately only one showed up – at least the others did make the effort to call the hotel and say thank-you and goodbye to the volunteers. The mayor had an emergency meeting, but sent via courier a gracious and flowery speech about the value and inspiration of volunteerism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greek music was played loud as Mille and Lia (Sam’s kids) led the volunters out by back door, and around through the front door dancing a greek dance in a line!!  Great exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a dinner (B-B-Q), the volunteers were presented with a certificate and dvd of Gazi.  A bracelet was give to Sam in appreciation of her efforts.  She, of course, cried!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a last goodbye drink, it was off for some last-minute packing and little sleep as some had to be up at the crack of dawn for early flights!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thanks, guys, you were a great team!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216268326032971060-6174352948080345183?l=greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6174352948080345183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216268326032971060&amp;postID=6174352948080345183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/6174352948080345183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/6174352948080345183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/submitted-by-samantha.html' title='submitted by Samantha'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3Dc-SPDPI0/SBHhed-PfQI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BUj8k-5vrAE/s72-c/greece1team.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216268326032971060.post-3556574333490456154</id><published>2008-04-18T09:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:57:41.564+05:30</updated><title type='text'>submitted by Tony</title><content type='html'>THOUGHT OF THE DAY:  Per arova ad astra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things motored along pretty much as usual Thursday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played musical classrooms again with no clear winner.  A couple of periods went well until Val and I were asked to “say a few words” to a 6th-grade class.  With no preparation, we were shown in a room of about 24 “exuberant” children, some of whom were actually in their seats.  We prevailed, taking no casualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the PM, some of us went shopping, others went “ruining”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216268326032971060-3556574333490456154?l=greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3556574333490456154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216268326032971060&amp;postID=3556574333490456154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/3556574333490456154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/3556574333490456154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/submitted-by-tony.html' title='submitted by Tony'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216268326032971060.post-818672187394968299</id><published>2008-04-17T08:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:28:48.788+05:30</updated><title type='text'>submitted by Val</title><content type='html'>THOUGHT OF THE DAY:  Carpe diem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day dawned, as usual, with the hopeful sounds of our neighbor to the east – a hyperactive rooster cockadoodling from 4am through the evening, every ten minutes.  We are tempted to purchase one of the many Easter hens in storefronts to keep him quiet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of use went to work today, while others had the day off. Barbara and Elizabeth soldiered off to work; Tony went scuba-diving (ama – against medical advice since he tore a ligament in his shoulder with his fall last week. Like all men, he’s created a myth to cover up the truth of his stumbling fall and has told the boys at school he got it playing football.  Playground news travels fast and gets twisted. (By next week Tony will probably be playing in the World Cup!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3Dc-SPDPI0/SBHmjd-PfRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/1OefaG4JyUM/s1600-h/greece4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3Dc-SPDPI0/SBHmjd-PfRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/1OefaG4JyUM/s400/greece4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193185342350392594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Val, Eileen and Julie drove off in a zippy, red car rental – a Toyota Aygo – which cost 80 euros for 3 days. Destiny Ayios Nicholaos and Spinalonga—definitely worth seeing.  A lovely city and Spinalonga has a fascinating history as it was last lived in by a leper colony disbanded in the mid-1950’s. Driving on the highways is easy, and the views are spectacular as you wind through the mountains. Don’t be afraid to rent and drive – there is really only one main highway that runs end to end.  Adventuring off the main roads can be confusing, but always fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patricia ventured off with her family to Reminthon where they were happy to witness a baker making filo dough  The city is very busy and not a great destination for the very young, 3-year-old Julian.  The organic farm was closed. Posted hours are irrelevant here. Museums and doctors close before hours, seemingly on a whim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony returned from the watery depths, having had the pleasure of going down 30 meters to see a cave. Cool.  Elizabeth braved it out alone at school, and conducted so many rounds of bingo that she’s taking Thursday off to recuperate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we a have a night out on the town up at Arolithos for a Greek dinner and traditional dances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216268326032971060-818672187394968299?l=greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/818672187394968299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216268326032971060&amp;postID=818672187394968299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/818672187394968299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/818672187394968299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/submitted-by-val.html' title='submitted by Val'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3Dc-SPDPI0/SBHmjd-PfRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/1OefaG4JyUM/s72-c/greece4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216268326032971060.post-7724928826873195447</id><published>2008-04-15T10:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:39:52.457+05:30</updated><title type='text'>submitted by Julie</title><content type='html'>THOUGHT OF THE DAY:  In learning to know other things and other minds we become more intimately acquainted with ourselves and to ourselves better worth knowing. Phillip G. Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started the last week here in Greece.  Breakfast was at eight, and at 9:30 we all ventured off to school.  Now that Margo and Nicole are no longer here, Val has switched schools and is teaching with Tony, Patricia and Eileen. She has now not only squeezed herself a spot in the fabulous four, but gets to ride on the fancy bus as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After yet another long day of teaching, Barbara, Elizabeth and I took a taxi into Gazi which ended up being very unsuccessful—I wasn’t able to exchange money at the bank and Elizabeth had no luck finding Eileen’s lost belongings.  We all met back at the hotel where we enjoyed our sandwiches that Sam had made us.  Thank god for peanut butter! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us left after lunch to catch and bus and go to the aquarium, which ended up being amazing and well worth the long bus rides.  Elizabeth stayed behind and had another lesson with Ersi.  Patricia spent the day with her family in a village called Bali. When we returned to Iraklion, we all went our own ways.  Val shopped around, Tony and Barbara went straight to the bus, and Eileen and I went on our own on a little adventure – an unintentional one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After buying our bus tickets, we turned around to realize we were on our own.  It took a couple of questions and wrong turns, but we finally found our way. We all made it back to the hotel in one piece and relaxed until dinner and our meeting at 8 PM.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner we had pastisio, a team favorite, and of course salad and fruit. After dinner, ideas were thrown out for the remainder of the week, which by now we all know will end up being changed a few times before we set an actual plan.  It’s 10pm and everyone has gone off to their rooms to get a good night’s sleep, other than myself who is getting the amount of humor out of watching Val trying to make origami, an unsuccessful octopus at that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216268326032971060-7724928826873195447?l=greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7724928826873195447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216268326032971060&amp;postID=7724928826873195447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/7724928826873195447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/7724928826873195447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/submitted-by-julie.html' title='submitted by Julie'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216268326032971060.post-4894490477513433962</id><published>2008-04-14T09:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:35:37.423+05:30</updated><title type='text'>submitted by Barbara</title><content type='html'>The troop to Chania dwindled to a brave three:  Barbara, Elizabeth and Eileen.  A long bus ride but the scenery was spectacular with views of the sea, rugged mountains and groves of olive trees marshaled the landscape.  I wondered at the great engineering feat that built the winding highway and connected each town with electricity and means of communication. I wonder if when archaeologists unearth this after many years, will we be praised for our creativity or will they laugh their heads off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patricia and her family visited two beaches and returned with a happy but sandy little boy. Val was still in lotus position when we returned by after a while we felt it did her some good.  Tony, on the other hand, went into town and tried to emulate the male clans at the coffee shops, but was disappointed that they did not seem to accept him without dark glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes, there were many opportunities in Chania to guy gifts that might not be given to others. Museums and churches were also visited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216268326032971060-4894490477513433962?l=greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4894490477513433962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216268326032971060&amp;postID=4894490477513433962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/4894490477513433962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/4894490477513433962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/submitted-by-barbara_13.html' title='submitted by Barbara'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216268326032971060.post-1791432989810830606</id><published>2008-04-13T07:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:24:01.110+05:30</updated><title type='text'>submitted by Eileen</title><content type='html'>THOUGHT FOR THE DAY:  You can’t control the wind, but you can adjust your sails.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there are seven.  Margo and Nicole left at 5 AM. A going away party was planned.  Unfortunately, no one showed up. Television but no cartoons.  Tony, Eileen, Barbara, Val and Julie went to Talos to see the town’s pride and joy – a two-story mall.  Later, a conference was held to plan the proposed trips to Chania.  Many alternatives were suggested but in the end we had done a one-eighty.  Aside from the learned discussions of geography, Tony – on a more homey topic—announced that his laundry had dried.  A round of applause for Tony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216268326032971060-1791432989810830606?l=greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1791432989810830606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216268326032971060&amp;postID=1791432989810830606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/1791432989810830606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/1791432989810830606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/submitted-by-eileen.html' title='submitted by Eileen'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216268326032971060.post-1576495270733336272</id><published>2008-04-12T09:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:28:48.820+05:30</updated><title type='text'>submitted by Margo</title><content type='html'>THOUGHT FOR THE DAY:  Have fun, wage peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the week has flown by quickly – too quickly.  Tomorrow Nicole and I depart, leaving the others to rest up for another full week with the students of Crete’s primary schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us are back to full health, except Tony, who is on the way to the local doctor for an x-ray of his shoulder.  Wishing for good results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, our fabulous four who teach at Ayia Marina had an excellent day.  Many photos of students who have become familiar faces to us, fun conversations, some hokey pokey time, and lots of good English pronunciation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3Dc-SPDPI0/SBH03d-PfVI/AAAAAAAAAQk/vO1UceDw4jw/s1600-h/greece3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3Dc-SPDPI0/SBH03d-PfVI/AAAAAAAAAQk/vO1UceDw4jw/s400/greece3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193201079110565202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best story of the day was Tony and three boys who got so immersed in the photos on Tony’s computer they did not hear the bell ring or the other students run to the next class.  They stayed glued to the screen, the desk and each other until the teacher came down and pryed them loose.  Tony politely asked if they HAD to leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the hotel for lunch of fried eggs, bread and soup, and fresh pears.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for the afternoon changed several times, but finally a group of 5 decided on a trip to the nearby traditional Cretan Village called AROLITHOS.  Beautiful and restful.  Gorgeous stone buildings, lush gardens, decorative pottery, many cats, and a rooftop restaurant that offered stunning views of the mountains, valleys and sea.  We left plenty of euros in the shops (linens and spices mostly).  We re-grouped at the hotel for naps, email. Evaluations (Margo and Nicole only) and some relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating dinner at 7:30pm followed by Greek dancing taught by Sam’s kids.  Some are planning to go out afterward with our stellar teacher, Ersi, from Ayia Pelagia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216268326032971060-1576495270733336272?l=greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1576495270733336272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216268326032971060&amp;postID=1576495270733336272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/1576495270733336272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216268326032971060/posts/default/1576495270733336272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeceteamjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/submitted-by-margo_11.html' title='submitted by Margo'/><author><name>Global Volunteers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__3Dc-SPDPI0/SBH03d-PfVI/AAAAAAAAAQk/vO1UceDw4jw/s72-c/greece3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>