Life in a “Maso” more than a 100 years ago…
the kitchen and the dining room…
did you notice something on the wall near the window? our guide told us that in those times, they don’t wash the spoon, fork and knives after eating but they will just clean them using their saliva and clothes and hang them on the wall for the next meal. 😳
Oh! I tried to raise the frying pan and it was really very heavy! The one who cooked the meals in this family must be muscled and patient. The empty pan weighted more than 3 kilos! with something in it? OMG!
A simple life but probably a happier one.
Then, before the guide (in his 70’s) left us, he shared this poem which kept me thinking all night. And I thought… indeed, it is the journey through life and the way I live it that matters more than the goal that I have set. I am so thankful to that guide because through him I have learned a very beautiful poem…and I would like to share it with you.
“Ithaca” by C.P. Cavafy
As you set out for Ithaca hope that your journey is a long one, full of adventure, full of discovery.
The Laestrygonians and Cyclopes, angry Poseidon. Do not be afraid of them:
You’ll never find things like that on your way, as long as you keep your thoughts raised high, as long as a rare sensation touches your spirit and your body.
The Laestrygonians and Cyclopes, wild Poseidon, you won’t encounter them unless you bring them along inside your soul. Unless your soul sets them up in front of you.
Hope that your journey is a long one. May there be many summer mornings when, with what pleasure, what joy, you come into harbors you’ve seen for the first time!
May you stop at the Phoenician markets, trading stations to buy fine things, mother-of-pearl and corals, amber and ebony, sensual perfume of every kind – as many sensual perfumes as you can; and may you visit many Egyptian cities, to learn and learn again from those who know.
Keep Ithaca always in your mind. Arriving there is what you’re destined for. But do not hurry the journey at all. Better if it lasts for years, so that you are old by the time you reach the island, wealthy with all you’ve gained on the way, not expecting Ithaca to make you rich.
Ithaca gave you the marvelous journey. Without her you would have not set out. She has nothing left to give you now. And if you find her poor, Ithaca won’t have fooled you. Wise as you will have become, so full of experience, you’ll have understood by then what these Ithacas mean.
Have a wonderful day!