This made me so happy. It occurred two days ago. Roula Papavasili took the awesome photos below. She’s kindly given permission to share. Thank you, Roula!
In the pitch dark night, on the uninhabited island of Saria, 62 souls found themselves scattered on the mountain desperately searching for help that wasn’t there.
Rescue did come. It practically took all night for Diafani’s port authority and police to find them and gather them. They boarded Orfanos’ tourist boat and all 62 men, women and children were brought to safety at 9 AM to Diafani. The photos begin from that moment and they are amazing.
The stay would be very brief as the island’s capital was alerted immediately and transport was arranged. Many in the town rushed together to prepare a meal with the limited time they had. The church hall was used to provide food and shelter to the Syrian and Afghan guests.
I know with Greece’s limited resources at this time, it may be hard to help others. But the heroic and generous Diafaniotes did an excellent job of treating their welcomed guests with dignity. I’ve used 200 words for this post. All I needed though were the photos and this Bible verse to get the message across:
“For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in…”
My hope for the 62 Afghans and Syrians is that they find the refuge and peace they are truly seeking.
Scenes from an Italian Restaurant: click here for more photos and info.
We all know the wonderful and dynamic Gabriella is the driving force behind the great atmosphere and delicious, authentic Italian dishes, sweets, and drinks. I can hear her now, “What is this Fettuccine Alfredo… there is no such thing as Alfredo Sauce in Italy… and it is pronounce FE-TTU-CHIIIINI not fedachini…” : ) She sets my city ways straight. Don’t get me started on the espresso vs. “Mickey-Mouse coffee” lessons. If I can’t hear Gabriella, I can hear the eclectic mix of jazz, Italian, Portuguese, you name it, playing on the sound system. If you can’t hear that, you hear the musical stylings of Delfini Studio’s number one fan and guest, Tim, playing his guitar and everyone singing a long or better yet, a mash-up of local instruments and musicians playing their lyra and lauto with the guitars and bongos (and one summer, a kazoo!) of our tourists that have become like family. And sometimes, there’s silence. Beautiful silence. You can’t hear the waves, because there are no waves in the summer, only beautiful silence and the view of the peaceful crystal clear sea, which Diafani was named after.
Although, I’m a Baltimore girl and my parents fled the little sea side village for a better life here, it seems this generation wishes we could go back any chance we can to experience the type of magic that happens at La Gorgona.