Forests...

 Travelling contiues.

Yesterday I visited a plane tree forest next to the river called Sperchios.

Three hours of walking among the trees, bedazzled by the colours, the sounds and the exotic flowers, which grew beneath the trees.

Freeda was running around, chasing the birds and the lizzards, she was so happy to be there. And so was I.

Breething deeply the fragrances of the wet ground; these days heavy spring rains keep the soil wet.

This walking trip was organized by a group of people who love to walk in nature, to uncover the secret passages into the forests. Once every two weeks, they call out for people to join them. We were at least 45 people walking.

And one dog! I was a bit nervous about her, intergrating with strangers, but she did fine! She swam into the river, drunk water from every mud puddle... she was kind to the kids and adults who where walking with us. Everybody loved her!

Until the last bit of the road when she found a dead goat and rolled happily on it... She was stinking! A few years back I googled this hiddeous dog habit and found out it's all about their hunting instinct. They have to have this awful smell, to get as close to their pray as they can. It was bathing time, when we got back! She hates it... At least now, her coat is shining and she smells of shampoo!




Another trip we took last Sunday, was on the mountain called Oiti (pronounced ee-tee). Near the village called Pavliani. It certainly looks like the Alps up there. Spruce forests and clean cut mountain tops, the ones I love to see, dream of and photograph. Wild horses, green grass... My father knows my love for mountains and is really happy he can show me around the places he has been. He needs to convince me this is a blessed place. But I don't need to be convinced. I already know that, around my home town, there are so many breath-taking spots...

I can still smell the spruces. I can still feel the new needle-like leaves. I can still see the small villages with their red roof tops.

My next project is to learn how to drive. I need a car of my own, to take Freeda and explore the mountains near by. Experience freedom. For so many years I have been dependent on other people to show me around with their cars. The time has come to take the wheel on my own hands!

PS. I am so consumed by sewing and trying to find a way to display my artifacts... and my primary blog - the one about travelling - is left behind. Yet, I feel much love in everything I do. I made a promise. The money from the items I sell, will go in a piggy bank for the travelling. My first 10 euros have already gone there. Hurray!