Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Mountain living 101

Living in the country high up on a mountain is a whole new educational experience for me. Sure, we lived in a village on Mt. Olympus for a year, but we didn’t live in the boondocks high above the village like we do here. Things are definitely different here, and it is amazing how different the weather is here as compared to the center of Thessaloniki, which is maybe 10 miles away. Sure, maybe it is just a few degrees, but the air feels different. It is definitely cleaner, aside from the poo molecules floating in the air.

One thing I’ve learned is that you can’t ever have a good appreciation for dense fog until you have lived in the thick of it for days on end. Sure, I’ve been in situations where the fog was so heavy you could barely see in front of your car, and on Olympus we had moments when we were totally ensconced in fog, but never for more than a few hours. When you can’t really see past your balcony you start to feel a little uncomfortable, especially when it lasts for two days. But after awhile it seems kinda cool, like you are the only people floating on a cloud way up in the sky. The creepiest thing is when a dog or cow walks out from the fog, like a ghost from the ether. I compare it to the corn field in Field of Dreams.

Also, it seems I never really knew wind before. At first we had your typical mountain wind, resounding with a low whistle through the trees high on the mountain as it blew towards us, which is, of course, one of the best natural sounds ever. But a week or so ago we experienced our first storm winds, which were insanely powerful. Anything not tied down was subject to being blown around, and that includes people and animals. While our doors and windows are well insulated and cause no draughts, apparently the fittings around the rolla are not. That high pitched screeching really got on my nerves after awhile, and it bothered the cats immensely. I won’t even mention the mess created by the gaping hole for the stove hood pipe in the kitchen. Needless to say, my husband patched it up that day.

Obviously, I’m going to have to get used to all these weather aberrations, but so far, so good. We’ll see how well I do with the first big snowstorm of the season, which I am not looking forward to, unless we don’t have to drive anywhere. Then we can be snowed in.


Texas Espresso said...

I can't even imagine the difference. I live in the flatlands of make sure you stock up for those snowy days - sounds nice and snuggly. Looking forward to pics =) congrats on a successful move.

Laurie Constantino said...

I wish I had some pithy advice for how to deal with the wind, but it is one of the things that bothers me most about living in Greece. The winds on the island where our house is are never-ending (it is colloquially known as "the island of the winds") and seems to make everyone a little edgy. At least it makes me edgy. If you do figure out a way to "get used to it," I'd be most grateful for some advice.

On the other hand, being snowed in can be fun -- at least if you don't have a pressing need to go anywhere and the electricity stays on. A generator is a very handy thing to have around!

deviousdiva said...

I just can't imagine living out of the city let alone on a mountain!

I hope you are settling happily in your new home. Looking forward to more mountain stories. I can live in the country through you...