Wednesday is the New Monday

...this week, at least.

On Monday I was rambling around the country, and as I have written elsewhen, traditional Greek road-space requires a certain happy attentiveness.  But I discovered the Greek government has committed to a new set of 'Etnikas' -- interstate feeways -- that are as soulless as anything we have in the States, and much, much more expensive.   My GPS kept rerouting to these gargantuæ - much to my irritated surprise. And as the tolls mounted (one pays about 4€ every 30 kilometers in Attica), I finally stopped and fiddled with the settings until SIRI dumped the tollroad defaults. Whew!

The last (unexasperated) stretch was a tiny road that twists between the Sanctuary just west of here and Ioannina, which finally gave me  a view I have been chasing down for the last three years:

This is two of three villages perched on the side of Mt. Tomaris which forms the western flank of Dodonopoulos, home of some of the most amazing feta and yogurt in the Cosmos... among other things.   

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But what I really wanted to discuss today are eggs.   And not just because we are coming up on Easter Sunday, but because this little apartment came with some charmingly perverse decor. 

Behold,  the giant, nine-inch ceramic egg on the credenza... 


When we discovered this a few days ago, we opened  it up to find, what? 

Oh, right ... eggs within the egg. 

Well, okay,  if the egg is too big to fit into a nest, it might make sense to put the nest inside the egg.  I could go along with that up to a point, but then a closer look revealed. . . 

Yes, that is a feathered egg {shudder}
inside a nest
inside an egg.

Has the entire world gone tweeting mad? Or is this perhaps some kind of sly allusion to President Featherhead twittering away in his Oval Office.   And yes, the Oval is supposed to suggest the Orphic Egg and its divine potentials, now utterly wasted on this superannuated golden Goose.  A goose who indeed migrates weekly to his Florida habitat, but instead of the noble cacophony of his breed, prefers to Twitter like a drunken sparrow.

Maybe we should start a campaign to get the Donald to honk rather than tweet.  What did my old bumpersticker say?  "Ankh if you love Isis"?  

And speaking of Osiris... There is an Easter on the horizon,  common this year to both Orthodox and Catholic calendars, so perhaps all that Rising will have a salutary effect.

Zoes Theá, y'all...