Genoa - The Beginning and End of our Trip

Beginning-

This was the jumping-off point for our European vacation - fitting since it's the home of that famous explorer, Christopher Columbus, and one of the major ports of antiquity. Apparently it’s also famous for bringing the black plague to Europe and soccer to Italy.

It was an interesting place that did not feel touristy at all. The old city was fascinating and the narrow cobblestone streets were like a maze. I probably wouldn’t recommend it as a destination, but it was great as a portal to our adventure.

We had a 3BR/2 Ba apartment on the 4th floor on a very narrow alleyway in the Old City. It was convenient to walk everywhere!

Genoa is a pretty big city, but it's airport is small and unintimidating. And right on the Mediterranean!

Ferrari Plaza

Porta Soprano - the old city gate

Christopher Columbus's House

Our AirBnB was on this narrow alleyway

Eating our first focaccia at Ferrari plaza

Caleb and Noah express their politics.  There were some differences of opinion on the trip, but we still had a good time!

McKenzie castle - high on a hill

Living room of our AirBnB.  We all really like this place!  The nightlife below was loud, though.  

All throughout the trip, we were trying out different snack food

At the harbor

Buying Genoese salami

Motorcycles parked everywhere!

Down at the harbor

Garibaldi street - where the rich folk live(d)

Cathedral of Saint Lawrence built in the 1300s. Supposedly houses the platter that held the head of John the Baptist as well as a few other relics.

End - 

By the time we returned to Genoa two weeks later, we were tired and a little homesick and full of fun memories.  We stayed near the airport for an easy departure back to the USA and saw a totally different part of Genoa than we had seen before.  The kids wanted to just chill, but Terry and I were still up for exploring, so we walked around down by the water.

Then, we had our last meal at an Irish Pub around the corner - joking that we were doing this Mediterranean diet all wrong!

Two Graduations

We had two sons graduating this May - one who wanted a big celebration and one who seemed to care less.  I was extremely proud of both Noah and Caleb, but I guess it made it easier just having one party.  Noah's party happened a week BEFORE graduation.  

The weekend before, he and I took a trip to Bluffton, SC to help him pick out his new apartment.  We also stopped by the Arts Center where he'll be working. 

I got no photos of the actual party.  I think we were just too busy having fun.  Rebecca and the kids came as did my sister, Ann, and her husband, David.   A lot of folks dropped in to congratulate Noah and wish him well in South Carolina!

We were afraid that graduation day at Lee might get rained out.  But the rain stopped early in the morning, and they were able to have an outdoor ceremony.  Noah graduated summa cum laude with majors in Theater and Psychology and minors in Deaf Studies and Studio Art.  We were so proud that he graduated WITH A JOB!

After we helped Noah pack up his apartment, we drove back to Knoxville and made celebratory picture with the family.  

Then, believe it or not, we hit the road for DC, so that we could catch a plane to Italy with both of our new graduates (and Meredith) the next day!

Lesvos Scenery

We are back now! Here are some scenery photos from Lesvos. It’s a beautiful island, and we did have a few days off!

Castles, Roman ruins, mountains, beaches, waterfalls, red tile roofs, lots of sailboats, churches, cobblestone streets, great food (and cheap!) - this island has it all!

Warehouse Day

One of our workdays this past week was not at the camp but at the EuroRelief Warehouse. This is a huge warehouse in a former car dealership near the Gulf of Yera. Donations pour in from all over Europe - especially the Netherlands which is definitely over-represented in generosity in terms of giving money and volunteers to this cause (and nobody has really figured out why).

The donations in the warehouse must be sorted and packaged for giving to the refugees. New arrivals get a clothing “burrito”, shoes, and a hygiene kit. Most come here with the clothes on their back and a cell phone.

Giveaways at camp must be treated with great care. You must not give away items (like teakettles or strollers) unless you have enough to give to EVERYONE. For instance, they have currently run out of coats. So though coats were formerly in the “burritos”, we had to take them apart to take the coats out, so that the new arrivals would all feel treated fairly.

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Real Estate in a Refugee Camp

All of our team has taking turns working on “shelter.” The population of camp is in constant flux. It would be a much easier matter if all the refugees were from the same place and spoke the same language, but instead you have new arrivals showing up daily who may not mix well with the current population. So it is a constant shuffling puzzle.

There is also a “blue zone” for single women and families and a “red zone” where single men live. There is also another area of the “red zone” that is specifically for Afghan families (the largest ethnic group in camp). No single women are allowed in the red zone, and EuroRelief women are not allowed to enter the red zone alone.

The job that Melanie and I had yesterday was to try to get Afghan families in the blue zone to switch to the Afghan family area of the red zone to make room for single women new arrivals to move into the blue zone. Here we are showing different units to a blue zone family. It was like being real estate agents. We pointed out which units were cleanest, closest to facilities, etc, and let this lady decide which one she liked best. She was willing to move, and we were excited because the move would have made room for 8 new arrivals. But her husband overruled her. They like their current spot.

When the Afghan relocation plan didn’t work, we went unit by unit through the blue zone begging single women to accept more single women into their tent. Nobody wanted to take the women from Ethiopia. When we finally got some to agree, it turns out the paperwork was wrong and the girls were from Eritrea. Nobody was happy. Sigh.

Many folks are quite resourceful. Here someone has made a drying rack from an old bed frame.

These are the units made from IKEA. I did the English unit conversion, and they are 188 sq. Ft and
6 ft tall on the sides.

The cats do not care what nationality you are.

People!

I really love seeing new places (though Lesvos seems quite familiar now as I have spent many weeks of my life here since 2017), but the people are what really refreshes my soul. I wish I could show photos of the refugees, but the UN and the Greek government definitely frown on that. But here are some photos of volunteers and Greek people we have met on this trip. Stories are in the captions of the photos.

Our team had a special treat last night. Gina (who owns the hotel we are staying in) and her friend, Mercini (who owns the Olivewood House where we love to shop) made us a lovely Greek meal. Their hospitality is truly fantastic! Both these women are Greek Orthodox, but they seem serious about their faith (for many here, it seems to be just cultural and not a true belief). We had a great time, and it is true that the Greeks just keep putting more and more on your plate. You cannot say “no”. You must eat! And then you must eat more! We also found out that Mercini swims each morning in the Aegean. Even in the winter. No wetsuit. No kidding. 

We attended Oasis church on Sunday. It is a church started by I58, a Mennonite organization. Read Isaiah 58 to find out about their heart. It is a very vibrant congregation. We loved the worship and teaching there. There are at least 100, and most are 20-30. Some Greeks come as well as some refugees.

This is a group of EuroRelief volunteers planning their next task. Notice we all wear red vests and have walkie-talkies. New arrivals are registered by EuroRelief (we keep all the data for the Greek government). There are always a number on call to be at the camp within 20 minutes to greet and help those who have just arrived at camp. They arrive by boat from Turkey. Quite a few don’t make it. Melanie met a woman whose little baby drowned on the way just a little over a week ago.

There are about 70 EuroRelief folks here on the island. They meet for a meal, worship and devotion once/week, and we got to attend Tuesday night. This is such a great group of people. Most are from the Netherlands, Germany or the USA, but anyone can apply to volunteer here for EuroRelief. There is a LOT of support for the volunteers here which is really necessary to prevent burnout from the constant demands of the jobs at camp. For two weeks, it’s not too bad for us, but I can see how it could wear you down quickly.

This is Kathleen from Germany. Yesterday, when she and I were doing a bed count, we met an Afghan refugee who is teaching mathematics, German, and music to young refugees. Here he is asking Kathleen to check some of his German.  We were invited in for tea and heard a lot of his story. The Taliban killed his father and his first wife. He’s been in Greece for over four years, and he lived in the old camp - Moria (there are just a few left at this camp who were in Moria). He encouraged refugees to protest their condition, and for this reason, he was not allowed by the police to leave camp for two years. He is free to leave now (not leave the island with papers, but just to come and go out the gate as the rest of the refugees). His second wife and three daughters are now in Germany and he hopes to join them soon. In the meantime, he has made his Isobox into a classroom. He is definitely an educator at heart. He also told us he was not a Muslim anymore because of the way they treat women. He said he is now Christian. 

This lady is the artist behind all this pottery. We would have bought more if we didn’t just have carry-on bags.