Skyros was and I’m sure still is a beautiful place – a tiny island in the Aegean Sea. One of many opposites – giant, stunning mansions, next to houses falling apart. Plastic trash next to stunning views. Cold, strong winds and burning sun. Rugged, wild nature right next to a Nato base. A place of art – old and new.
I met many beautiful people there that forever will be in my heart. I hope I will meet them again soon and I hope to some day go back to this little island.
I first arrived with my dear friend Johanna. We just got there in time for Apocrias – Greek carnival that takes place during the orthodox easter. We observed a loud and exciting celebration, during which the shepherds dress up in a very specific manner and carry big brass bells around their waste. We were told that “during Apocrias everyone gets drunk” and soon discovered it to be true in an unexpected manner. One of our group ordered a glass of water and got a big glass of ouzo instead.
On Skyros I had many moments of freedom – roaming the nature, running along the beach, spending days without thinking about shoes.I experienced an interesting culture – one of hospitality and warmth. But I could also tell that there were some other things underneath that surface and more than once I felt kind of happy to not understand the language.
On Skyros I met my companion – Raki and so a piece of that Island stays with me for the time being.