This is little Zoey, daughter of Jill and Yiorgos, my neighbors. Yiorgos is a retired soccer star here. So Zoey comes by it naturally when she looks for soccer balls all day. Because of her, the Greek expressions most deeply imbedded in my mind are "bala?" when she's searching for one, and "BA-laaaaa!" when she's found one. What's more, we're in the land of soccer, so even in a local warehouse today we found two balas. Once in a while I'll hear her from the apartment above; Jill is probably trying to get her to take a nap ("nani", another very familiar word to me now), and, with no balls in sight, Zoey is yelling "BAA-LAAA". (Good luck, Jill.)
Today Jill, Gloria, Zoey, and I visited the sight where Reginos, Saint of Skopelos, killed a dragon in the 4th century b.c. because it was eating the people there. He drove it into the sea, and the schism where it took place, Dracontoschisma (Dragon’s cleft), is said to bear the shape of its tail. The above photo shows an image of the dragon and Reginos, but it doesn't show what's to the right of the photo: a candle burning and a litre water bottle filled with oil, should a visitor notice that the candle has burned out.
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