Recently, while we were cleaning our new house in the mountains outside Thessaloniki, an overwhelming aroma of dog poo permeated the balcony. I just knew one of us had stepped in something, what with the number of dogs roaming the area, and I was certain it was being dragged through our house that very moment.
My husband came out to the balcony and asked me what was wrong. I told him I smelled dog poo. He took a big whiff, wrinkled his nose, and informed me that it wasn't dog poo. Oh no. It was country smell. It was the unmistakable olfactory blend of animals, dirt, vegetation, and whatever else can be conjured up in a small mountain village. My city nose definitely didn't like the
After a couple of minutes, it passed. I suppose it depends on which way the wind blows. Well, when we move up there the wind is going to blowing a huge increase in incense sales on our part. I should have known our perfect country home would start showing some ugly imperfections. I wonder what will be in store for us next.