And this year celebrated Easter in the village with his grandfather and grandmother.
My baby cousins and I arrived in the village with the first shipment. I will helped her grandmother in what would be needed. So I did all the errands. I helped in buns and Holy Thursday we painted the eggs. I helped even n 'whitewashing pots courtyard and rub the copper utensils. Of course we watched all sequences in the church. The grandmother did not want to miss a single one.
Then came and helped her mother and grandmother knead and bake the lamprokouloures. Grandfather cared for meat. Last, together with my big brother, came the father, when closed up shop.
So we got to Holy Saturday evening, just before the Resurrection.
We are all in the foot, not only we, but the whole village. The mother gave orders like these: "Everyone you be prepared quickly. Do not forget to get your candles … "
I, the short time that I stayed before we start on the Resurrection, dedicated to paint and the last egg.
When the time came, we set out for the church. There were all so bright. Soon the bells began ringing loudly and the priest chanted "Christ is risen."
With lighted candles we returned home after the Resurrection and gave and gave greetings.
Then we sat down at the table and ate with appetite eating that made grandmother. But when it's time to crack the eggs, a balloon went again occur.
What do you think happened? All the eggs were in the basket of breakfast found tsougkrismena. "Funny thing," murmured the grandmother and mother.
Then my little cousin said shyly:
- I 'break eggs . I was looking for the most robust, to keep it on my own.
Day was not the recall. After a while he came to the table another basket with eggs.
On Sunday piagame in the village square and began the feast with dances, songs and some men grill the .And this Easter had a great time!!!
ioanna kyriakou
