It started in August of 2011.

But it didn't start with a kiss, the kisses and hugs came much later! It all started with a message in my FB inbox:

"Hi Eleni - hope you don't mind me sending you this but I've just been reading your Kefalonia World! My husband and I have been going to Katelios for 20 years now - every summer without fail! We love your island! ... I just wanted to say I enjoyed your May blog after coming home to UK and rain yesterday!" 
Sunrise over Katelios, Kefalonia
Sunrise over Katelios, Kefalonia

Sunrise over Katelios as seen from Markopoulo, Kefalonia
Sunrise over Katelios as seen from Markopoulo, Kefalonia

It was a message from Pam, a reader who had stumbled upon this blog and wanted to let me know that she enjoyed it. I accepted that friendship request and the rest, as they say, is history. Eventually, I became "FB friends" with Graham, her husband, as well. I was still living in Kefalonia at the time and, after several virtual exchanges, we were to finally meet in the summer of 2012 when they were to - once again - visit the island. However, I relocated to New York in the spring of that year and the meeting never took place.

In October of 2012, Pam and Graham visited New York and we renewed our plans to get together. Well, you know what they say about "the best laid plans of mice and men.." Hurricane Sandy decided to put a damper on those plans (pun intended). They were stranded in Manhattan and I was keeping my head above water out on Long Island. After surviving dangling cranes, submerged subways, and an emergency evacuation from their hotel, my - still - virtual friends finally made their way back to England. Plans were postponed once again.
October 2013 rolled around. Pam and Graham were to visit again, and we made plans once again. We were determined - but so were the elements of Nature! St. Jude, a long lost cousin of our Lady Sandy, made his way to the other side of the big pond this time. Fortunately, Pam and Graham's flight managed to take off before the storm became nasty, and we FINALLY got to meet in Manhattan!
I will stop the story here and let the images speak for themselves. Anything else would be an OXYMORON - but that's an inside joke that I couldn't even start to explain in this limited space.
Suffice it to say that this is the first time I post photos on this blog that were not taken on Kefalonia.
But I think you'll understand...
Kefalonia lovers in New York City
Finally! Only a red light and the pavement of W 59th St.- Central Park South between us
Friends of Kefalonia World
Pam and Graham - from virtual to real friends
Kefalonia World friends in NYC
New York this time, Katelios next time?
P.S. I'm overjoyed and proud that this blog is about so much more than page views and all those numbers on Google Analytics. It's about views of cherished places, colors, sunrises, sunsets - and the feelings they evoke - shared with those who understand.
And Pam 'n Graham understand... just like Emma 'n Neal and Lynn 'n Andy do.
I feel fortunate in knowing each one of them.


Making the connection between a water drop quietly slipping off an acorn of a Mediterranean oak, water cascading with disproportionate noise from a small "fall" in Kefalonia, freshly plowed fields at Omala Valley, and assuming the responsibility of creating and editing a new magazine may seem far fetched. But, rather than confusing you further, let me explain.

holm oak in Kefalonia
Mediterranean (Holm) Oak
I just completed the flat-plan of a new magazine, a project that was entrusted to me to design, develop, and eventually manage as editor-in-chief. As the first part of the project is completed, I could think of no other way to announce it than through this blog. True, the magazine will be published in the U.S. and will not involve Kefalonia (at least, not directly). But everything I do has the same pivot point of inspiration - so, there you have it, that is the connection.
Ambela Vrysi, Kefalonia
Ambela Vrysi, Kefalonia
 Figuratively speaking, the connection is deeper. A drop (the original idea), millions of drops flowing (the little things coming together), the plowed field (the hours of planning in the hope for reaping the result) - I truly cannot but assign and relate every step of the way to an object, a place, or an event of the core and source of any inspiration I'm blessed with. Simply put, it's the river that fills the pool of creativity that I need in order to be able to go anywhere with this ambitious, exciting and - at times - overwhelming project.
Ambela Vrysi, Kefalonia
Ambela Vrysi, Kefalonia
A good two to three months of long hours and hard work is surely in store for me before I can come back and share with you the finished project. But I wanted to share this now and HERE.
Omala Valley, Kefalonia
Omala Valley, Kefalonia
Omala Valley, Kefalonia
Omala Valley, Kefalonia

Of course, things are still kind of "hush-hush" and I cannot divulge as much detail yet as I would like to. Bear with me!
I promise not to disappoint.

As for the this blog, well... I have some news on that front too. By the end of the year, it will have company! But, I don't want to spoil the surprise.
Hope you stay around.....

Speaking of HOPE, when I made the last post, I promised my friend Elpida - her name means Hope in Greek - that the next post would be about a place very special to her. It was a promise I did not keep and I apologize for that. But, I will remedy this very soon :)

P.S. This post includes a previously uploaded image. Couldn't help it, it popped to mind on its own when "connecting the unconnected."


Fall in Kefalonia - Avythos Beach
Avythos Beach, Kefalonia
Some are subtle, others stare you in the face. Some are more colorful than others. Regardless of their discretion, or lack of, the signs of transition from Summer to Fall are everywhere. The sunlight has a diffused, slightly orange cast; the sea tries on the deeper shades of the blue palette; the sky is a bit more decisive in color as the temperatures dip, eliminating the summer haze; the beach is reclaimed by its natural inhabitants - pebbles, seaweed, and the white froth of bolder waves; and sun-scorched rocks get to finally quench their thirst when the first Fall springs begin to timidly let their waters flow to meet the sea, forming tiny cascades over green plants in doing so.

It's a natural slowdown, a change of gears - not a reversal. This replenishing and welcome repose for nature signals the beginning of the season that - while introvert in character - has a surprisingly stunning palette of its own. A bit more muted, perhaps, but certainly more varied.

'Tis the time to recompose and bask in the ever present, still warm - but less aggressive - sunlight.

Fall in Kefalonia - Agios Thomas, Karavados
Agios Thomas, Karavados
Fall in Kefalonia - Antisamos Beach
Antisamos Beach, Kefalonia
Xenopoulo, Kefalonia
And if the calm sea and deceivingly blue skies lull you into thinking that it's still Summer,
the chrysanthemums everywhere will certainly remind you that it is not....
Fall in Kefalonia - Avythos Beach


Gestalt shapes and ink blots in Kefalonia
Somewhere along the southern shores of Kefalonia. Look for it!
Take a quick look at the images and answer the question!
(no cheating, please - just say the very first thing that comes to mind)
What do you see in the first image? Is it a seal, a dog, a dolphin, an eagle, or something else?
What about the second image? Is it a dog's paw, an elephant's foot, or something else?
Do you see a wimpy cloud or an eagle taking off in the third image?

Gestalt shapes and ink blots in Kefalonia
From Myrtos to Assos, or vice versa!

I'm sure that most of us have had these "eureka" kind of flashes. You know, that "cry of joy or satisfaction when one finds or discovers something." 
I have the most vivid memories of those "splats" of the Rorschach evaluation method that seemed so ridiculous at first, back in college. A person's reaction or response to these ambiguous forms was supposed to reveal significant information for the evaluation of his/her personality and perceptions. On the other hand, Gestalt theory - and all its sub theories of grouping, similarity, proximity, emergence, symmetry, closure e.t.c. - was the hottest topic in management, marketing and behavioral psychology lecture halls. After all, it did make a difference - or so it was claimed - if a person saw an old lady rather than a young girl depicted in the drawing being passed around. Or, seeing a circle in an incomplete arc, or a square in four incomplete perpendicular lines! Of course, as diligent students, we memorized all the pertinent facts: the human eye "sees and perceives objects in their entirety before perceiving their individual parts" and our senses do have the "form-generating capability" to fill the gaps in information presented. 
When applied to stimuli in the environment, this simply means that we understand them as a whole rather than the sums of their parts. And this "whole" is greater than the sum of its parts. Sounds very scientific, doesn't it? I'm pretty sure that most of us, at that tender age, wondered how in the name of heavens would all this ever be applicable to anything in the real world
Well, speaking for myself, I finally do see the light! 
Gestalt shapes and ink blots in Kefalonia
Storms and birds of prey over Sissia Monastery
Sometimes, though, all this science comes down to seeing with the eyes of the heart. AND SPEAKING OF HEARTS...

Gestalt shapes and inkblots in Kefalonia
Mt. Aenos' misty heart
Gestalt shapes and inkblots in Kefalonia
Snow-capped Mt. Aenos as seen from Xenopoulo, Kefalonia

Gestalt shapes and inkblots in Kefalonia
Sunrise over Poros from Xenopoulo, Kefalonia

Gestalt shapes and inkblots in Kefalonia
The smooth curves forming Poros Ravine as seen from Xenopoulo, Kefalonia
Gestalt shapes and inkblots in Kefalonia
A grafting cut or a message on this walnut tree?
And I've learned to decipher the natural inkblots in the Kefalonian sky in a way that would blow my professor's mind: IT ALL DEPENDS!!!
Gestalt shapes and inkblots in Kefalonia
An aging Greek God looking down on Kefalonia, a vagabond heart, or just a cloud?
Gestalt shapes and inkblots in Kefalonia
Is that an old witch with its back to the Livatho skyline, or a black sheep trying to find its way back home?
Gestalt shapes and inkblots in Kefalonia
A happy poodle following a camel, with both flying over Vardiani Islet? Or, do I need to have my head examined?
Gestalt shapes and inkblots in Kefalonia
At last! An inkblot with only one interpretation: Just another majestic sunset at Avythos Beach!


Pre earthquake Kefalonia
Vlahata, Kefalonia
Pre earthquake Kefalonia
Erissos, Kefalonia
It seems inappropriate for someone born after August of 1953 to write about the most devastating time for Kefalonia - not to mention the risk of sounding superficial. I have carefully avoided writing about the massive earthquakes that literally destroyed the island, as I was not around at the time. Not that there haven't been first hand accounts - on the contrary, I've had plenty. My parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, they all have relayed detailed accounts of their own encounter with the force that made the earth roar and heave, again and again, until everything was reduced to piles of ruins, clouds of dust, heaps of pain, and unending streams of tears.
Every account of the horror begins the same way: "... I remember exactly where I was when the earth started to shake..." And they all end their narrative with a list of names of  loved ones or neighbors who were buried in the rubble, or were rescued from under it as if by miracle. No family was spared, although some suffered losses far greater than the destruction of property. The hundreds of lives lost remain a perpetually open wound for the survivors, long after the homes and buildings, and towns were reconstructed.

>>> 60 YEARS LATER <<<

Today, on the anniversary of the huge earthquake, that caused more than ceilings to collapse and walls to crumble, I feel compelled to write about it - for the first time. I cannot write about the people who were lost, as my immediate family did not lose any members in the destruction. But I can share with you some representative remnants of the beauty that was wiped out in a few seconds. Remnants of another time and another world, which, to this day, emerge here and there - defying gravity and the relentless passage of time - as reminders of resistance to hardships, and triumph in the face of ultimate adversity. And, of course, as non designated but genuine memorials to all those souls who perished. 

Pre earthquake Kefalonia
St. Spyridon at Kastro, Kefalonia
Pre earthquake Kefalonia
Pessada, Kefalonia
Pre earthquake Kefalonia
Sissia Monastery, Kefalonia
Pre earthquake Kefalonia
Pylaros, Kefalonia
Pre earthquake Kefalonia
The Archangels Church at Old Valsamata Village, Kefalonia
Pre earthquake Kefalonia
Pessada, Kefalonia
Pre earthquake Kefalonia
Ruins of the Dimitratos family cluster of homes at Xenopoulo, Kefalonia
Nowadays, our own DAISY FACTORY


traditional Kefalonian treats
A tray of traditional "treats"
JULY 15th is a milestone for me. It is the date by which I usually review the first half of the year, panic at the realization of all the things I haven't done yet, curse the heat while I question my dislike of winter, and do lots of rethinking and reshuffling on my plans for the second half of the year.
It is also MY BIRTHDAY! (which may explain the mid-summer, mind torturing process described above).
All those years in Kefalonia, I usually spent the day in flip-flops, on the beach, among friends. This year I'm celebrating my second birthday since returning to New York, in normal sandals, on land. A couple of other things are different too. In Greece, the custom is to treat your friends on your birthday, in contrast to the New World where friends treat you or take you out on your special day. Thinking that maybe I should stick to the Old World tradition, I've also decided to do away with the candles on the birthday cake (for practical reasons, you understand!)
Today, I feel the need to treat all of you for your loyalty to this blog throughout my less prolific period. But no cake, and certainly no candles!
Instead, the most traditional of Kefalonian treats or kerasma... a cup of Greek coffee, a glass of fresh spring water (necessary to sip while waiting for the coffee grounds to "settle") and some homemade spoon sweets - in this case pitted grapes in syrup.
Thank you for your loyalty and patience!
Returning to regular posting is part of my reshuffling.


The Magic in the Receiver
I feel the need to apologize (once again) for the long hiatus in posting. Having relocated to New York over a year ago, it has been a time of adjustment and tremendous workload. Widespread and unauthorized copying of material on this blog caused me to even consider shutting it down. However, the driving force behind my decision to continue (Oh, yes!) has been the over 2000 unique visits per month - for each of the months that I've been off the keyboard! I have made some adjustments to the blog security-wise - just so to keep everybody honest...

And I see no better way of recapturing the MAGIC than starting with the gorgeous new cover of Paul Dillon's book THE MAGIC IN THE RECEIVER!
It's so... how can I say this? It's so KEFALONIA!

The Magic in the Receiver Kefalonia World
Just to bring you up to date: A lot has happened since I first introduced you to the book.
(previous post: The Magic in the Receiver.)
It went on to become an AMAZON BESTSELLER and just about the best advertising the island could wish for. Suffice it to say that the book was downloaded by over 25000 readers during a 3 day promotion by Amazon in May, shooting up to the #1 position in its category. Nice, Paul!
During this time, Paul also had his guest blog hosted on the official site of The Greek National Tourism Organization (GNTO).
All great stuff!
Not to mention that I got to brainstorm with Paul a bit - over skype as we are on opposite coasts of the U.S. - and had the chance and the honor of getting to know (virtually, for now) this gentleman of a writer. I take this opportunity to thank him publicly for including my humble but heartfelt words on the back cover of the book edition for Greece.
(and a little note for the suspicious minds out there: no, this is not a work project or a commission for me... It's a labor of love, an honor, and a pleasure - in that order!)