The second week of June (so technically, not yet summer, but as I said last year, considering that it feels like summer as of May at the latest, I'm counting all of June!!) my husband's art team coordinated an outreach at Finikoudes, the main street along the beach, during Kataklysmos. To the Western world (such as know that it exists at all...), this is Pentecost, the celebration of the sending of the Holy Spirit to the Church in Jerusalem. Here, it's about the flood (so-called "Noah's flood") and there are lots of competitions and such involving water, and I haven't entirely (or at all...) understood it yet. Anyway, every evening for the whole week after Pentecost, Finikoudes was closed to traffic and booths were set up selling stuff and games. The only booth in the whole place that was unique was the one Jörn's team was running, offering free drawings. And for some reason, there's no photo of the sign in Greek (it looked just like this one, but in Greek...), but this was DEFINITELY a weird language to most people going by, and a LOT of people stopped to find out what on earth it was about. It was totally cool.
Everybody in my world long since knows that my husband had a "mild" heart attack (myocardial infarct) June 13th or 14th (or perhaps several--I took him to the hospital June 14th at 5:30 a.m. because of chest pains), and then a "major" heart attack (cardiac arrest) while in the ICU at Larnaka General Hospital in the early hours of June 16th. He was then taken to Nikosia for an angiogram, where they also inserted two overlapping stents into the artery that had been completely blocked, and a few days later, returned to Larnaka. I took this photo from his hospital room: what looks like snow in the distance is the completely dried up Salt Lake which is 400 meters from our house. Although our house is not actually visible, as all the houses around it are higher than ours, it's somewhere in this picture. And it doesn't really fulfill any of the scavenger hunt photos, but I wanted to share it, so here it is.
In a lot of languages, the word for "pet" is related to the English word "mascot", such as the German "Maskottchen" (the "chen" on the end simply being diminutive), so I chose a photo of Conny and her kittens for number 12, a mascot:
On July 4th, Lukas, Elisabeth, and I flew to Germany. There was so much fog in Larnaka, however, that the plane coming from Frankfurt couldn't land here, so at 4:00 a.m., when we should have been taking off, we were boarding a bus to be taken to Paphos. A little before 6:00 a.m., we got put on the shuttle bus to the airplane, and I leaned out of the door to take these two photos:
And here are Lukas and Elisabeth in the bus to the plane, just because they're cute:
The journey to Germany continued to be eventful, because we missed our train connection in Frankfurt. However, as it was booked as part of the flight, Lufthansa was still responsible for getting us to Düsseldorf, and we ended up flying instead of taking the train. The approach to the airport was amazing. First of all, of all the many, many times I have flown into Düsseldorf, I have not often seen much of anything until literally seconds before landing, because of heavy cloud cover, but this time, it was practically completely clear. For a good 15 minutes or so we had a perfect view, and I recognized place after place after place, from the Kettwiger Stausee in Essen (we lived in Essen when we were first married, although not in Kettwig), down through Mulheim an der Ruhr, where we lived for the seven years before moving to Cyprus, past Duisburg where I took German classes for two years, across Ratingen Lintorf where I actually saw the house where we lived when Marie was born, over the Lintorfer Wald and Angermund, where I lived for my first three and a third years in Germany, to the airport. Totally my "old stomping ground" and I loved it. I'm not actually sure if this photo is of the Rhein or the Ruhr, but I could figure it out if I put enough effort into it. Either way, it might be pushing it a bit to consider this number 1, a sign welcoming people to your home town (or a nearby town), but I'm going to anyway.
The above photo does illustrate well that the Rhein-Ruhr Gebiet (area) is the most densely populated part of Germany and, along with Paris and London, one of the most densely populated places in Europe. However, that's not all there is there, as the next photo shows, incidentally being scavenger hunt photo number 7, a rural landscape:
We arrived in Germany on a Friday and stayed with Phil and Margaret in Angermund until Tuesday. Friday evening we went up to Mulheim to see Peggy, Hannu, and Florian, and Lukas spent the night there. (He and Florian have been friends since they were two years old, Peggy and I the same length of time, although we were rather older than two when we met. :-) )
Saturday morning Elisabeth and I went back to Mülheim to visit with Katrina, Heinz, and Hannah, whom we were supposed to see Friday afternoon but had had to change because of our late arrival. Then Hannu collected us and took Lukas, Elisabeth, and me to Kaiserswerth to see Aileen, where we had coffee and cake and then went for a walk along the Rhein, before she took us back to Angermund.
Sunday morning we went to our home church, IBCD, and saw some people we knew and many more we didn't. Soooo many people have moved, and of those left that I still know, several had already left for the summer, as July 4th was the last day of school, so I didn't get to see some of my closest friends, including the ONLY person who has been a member of IBCD longer than I have been. We went home from church with Gary and Elisabeth and had a wonderful afternoon with them, where I took a photo that meets the requirements of number 10, a photo bomb (someone found lurking in the background of photo; the lurker may have intended to disrupt the picture or may be doing it unintentionally, but the background lurker is a surprise to the photographer), and I am the photobomber!
Monday were doctors' appointments, and that night, Jörn, Katie, and Helen arrived in Germany. I had the beginnings of a sore throat, and the next morning I was absolutely miserable, unable to swallow comfortably or talk, had a fever, and could hardly get out of bed. (And didn't, until after 9:00.) Phil and Jörn took me to a doctor, who was concerned that it might be an abscess, so they sent me to the hospital in Duisburg where, incidentally, Jacob had been born. No abscess, but acute tonsillitis, and they wanted to admit me!! I refused and had to sign that I was leaving against medical advice, which was difficult to do as I literally could barely hold the pen.
We thought we wouldn't be able to travel up to Hamminkeln that day, as I definitely could not carry a suitcase for the two train changes, and Jörn still wasn't allowed to, barely three weeks after his heart attack, but Phil ended up driving me and three children, and Jörn and Helen went by train.
The family camp with our mission organization was, once again, absolutely wonderful. I'd gone to the first one they had, two years ago, with the three little girls, and it was only decided a week before it started that Jörn, Katie, and Helen would join us this time. Every detail worked out perfectly, and I'm so glad we went. Under the influence of drugs (antibiotics and prescription painkillers), I was able to participate in everything, but also slept much more than I usually do. By the end of the week I felt fine.
It ended Saturday morning and then we took the train to Oberhausen to have lunch and the afternoon with Barbara, Karl-Heinz, Andrea, Nils, and Nils. :-) (One Nils is the son and brother, the other is Andrea's boyfriend.) Then back to Angermund.
Sunday morning Phil took Jörn, Katie, and Helen to IBCD, then came back and took Lukas, Elisabeth, and me to the airport. We had a six-hour layover in Vienna, where, as it was raining the whole time, we didn't even attempt to go out, but there was quite a nice play area. We arrived home in the early hours of Monday morning, where Tim P. collected us, and that evening, Jörn and the others arrived home. Jacob didn't get back from participating with Operation Joshua distributing Bibles in Greece until the Thursday, when the whole family was together again after having been scattered in four countries. (On the Sunday afternoon, Jörn and two children were still in Germany, two children and I were in Austria, Jacob was in Greece, and Marie was home in Cyprus!)
Wow, this is getting long. If you've gotten this far, go ahead and bookmark it and save it for another day, or just skim the rest of the photos, or whatever. I won't know the difference! But I'm going to go ahead and continue narrating the rest of the photos that I've already put in here...
There are very, very few photos of me, partly because I'm more often on the other side of the camera, and partly because I'm not generally in cute or interesting situations that people want to photograph! But I thought this one did a somewhat decent job of number 21, a photograph of (you) with something representing the season, as although we have visitors year-round, we tend to have MORE in the summer. It was great getting to meet an internet friend, Michelle, and her husband Andreas and their three children:
However, I do have more (and possibly closer to on-topic photos) for that one, which I'll get to in a moment. First, though, a teaser as to our major project of this summer: building a loft and bed for Katie in the girls' room. I may or may not eventually do a blogpost just on that, since I took a lot of photos and I really enjoyed it. In the meantime, here's a photo of Jacob in Richard's and Tim P's workshop, where we got to use all sorts of power tools, and another "photobomb" qualification, as I had no idea that Richard was visible through the window into the electronics workshop until after the photo was posted on Facebook.
Oh yeah, another photo of a "mascot", Lady Jane Grey, the day before she went to her new home with Tim F.
August 6th to 10th we went up to Rocky Point campground in the mountains, a wonderful escape from the heat and humidity here. So here's another photo for 21, if you see me there behind Lukas's tent.
And another photobomb...
And another of me with something representing the "season"--a season of relaxing, hanging out with my family, and playing LOTS of Boggle with Marie:
Unequivocally, barbecues and s'mores represent summer:
And a candid photo of me with five out of six children!
One day, Jacob, Lukas, Elisabeth and I drove to the top of the trail to Caledonia Waterfall (number 18, a waterfall, and the last topic for this post!) and hiked down to it. If you look carefully, Jacob and Lukas are above it, looking considerably more dangerously close to the edge than they are.
Jacob scared me a lot more in this photo:
And Lukas was the only one who went in completely:
Then Lukas and Jacob continued down the trail, while Elisabeth and I walked back to the car and drove down to meet them. Elisabeth is an amazing little hiker!
On Sunday we all went to Millomeri waterfall, which is my favorite, and spent an hour or so there. Katie, Helen, and Elisabeth all went in the water, too, but only Lukas went under the waterfall: