Waking up in a foreign village new and fascinating. Waking up in a small town
named Pelloponeaso is different than just your average neighbourhood. Pelloponeaso
is a pass by town on the way to something better. Most houses have limited space but
have several family members living inside. Grandfather lived his youth that way; having
5 siblings and 2 parents with only 2 bedrooms. The skinny and tall house, white and
blue that is my grandfather’s childhood home. To this day my grandfather’s first barber
shop is still intact just as a reminder of his past. Across from his house is a coffee shop
that has been open since my grandfather was very young, now since he has aged and
so has the town: it is now a place for locals to sit and catch up. Most locals don’t stay in
Pelloponeaso for to long during the day, they migrate to the beach that is just a 15
minute drive away in the town called Finikouda.
When first arriving in Finikouda you see the locals walking or driving a dated
moped. You hear children screaming with excitement and smell of salt from the ocean
engulfs your senses. When on the main street vendors approach you yelling “buy this!”,
“Eat here! Great for families with young children”,they will say anything for you purchase
or dine with them. Everyone in the Finikouda is working to finance their families, most
don’t have anything saved; what they make in that week is what they live off of. But you
will never see anyone down in the blues. As you keep driving you see the great full
ocean, big families to aged couples eating and sunbathing by the sea. This is what a
regular day in the summer is to them seeing their friends and family and enjoying each
other's company at the beach. We park our car at my cousin’s hotel park, say good
morning to our family and head to the beach. Introducing the modest towns Finikouda
and Pelloponeaso.
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