Katerini - Thessaloniki, 19th 2017
The rain leaved the space to the sun and at 6 am I wake up. The allarm of my daily life in Rome rings, my body wakes up and after buying a Tyropita and filled the bottle of water the trip toward Thessaloniki starts.
I'm thinking at the dialogue with Katherina and Pericles last night at the Dionisi place on the Platia of Libadi. Pericles is computer programmer and he lost since three years his job. Katernina works in a nursery school as teacher in Katerini. Their decision since little is to stay at Libadi. They work now both at the the family's tavern.
In this Region the people speaks greek and blaki that has some latin proforà of words and the same meaning, a memory of the Roman Empire.
The temperature is cold, but the sunshine is giving me energy as the beautiful light on the trees around the street. The Olympus with the snow petting it, follows me without clouds that had hidden yesterday with all its delicate magnificence and legendary history.
The coffe I will drink it at the sea on front of the Thermaikos gulf, this is my wish!
Before some gazoline....
After 63km through a merveillous street I arrived at the paralia of Katerini.
I seat on a bench on front of the sea. Silence on front of its wonder.
Nearby me people working. Eastern is passed. The daily workdays started again.
A lady seats on front the sea too, with her shopping bag on her feet, closing her eyes the face on the sun.
From Katerini I drive on the road that runs along the sea. At Pydna I stopped on the little fishermans port. They are speaking in arabic and are here.
The smell of the sea is reaching me and I'm happy to be here.
I continue on the Egnatia to reach Thessaloniki. The city where my father and his family lived and leaved. The traffic is welcome us, the motobike and me enter in the city where I lived during the university for 6 months.
The sea on my right and Lefkos Pyrgos on front of me. A little stop in Thessaloniki for lunch. A new building at the port where cinema and restaurants are in function. Thessaloniki film festival is running every year here. How long I don't go the the cinema!
At the Gonià, in Afroditis Street, Dionisi welcomed with piperiés, patates tiganità and soublakia. His daughter married Fabio from Palermo and now they live in Düsseldorf.
Nearby are Italian working on the underground. They are building in Thessaloniki and they came to eat to his little restaurant on the street, he seems proud to can tell it.
The weather is not giving me confidence to be good tomorrow too. So the road started again after a little walk on the port.
Next stop Grevenà.
