My Big Fat Greek Festival

By Nomadic Matt | Published July 5th, 2011

greek band in iosI didn’t break any dishes or use Windex to clear up a pimple, but it was the closest I’ve ever gotten to living a real-life version of “My Big Fat Greek Wedding.”

It was the festival of St. John, and I was surrounded by little Greek ladies in black shawls with wooden canes, people doing traditional dances, kids running around, lots of wine, and cooked wild goat being shoved in my face. “Eat, it’s like deer.”

The owner of my hostel, Francesco, had invited me to this festival of all things Greek. Francesco’s hostel is an institution on Ios. Everyone knows it. He and his wife remembered me from last year, and, over the weeks, I became more and more integrated into the hostel family. It was like I worked there but didn’t have to do anything.

One night as I was turning up the bar, Francesco asked me if I had any plans.

“You have any meetings now? What are you doing?” (It was 10 at night.)

“None, I’m just going to talk to people on the patio.”

“Ok, I’m going to take you to a Greek festival at the monastery in the mountains.”

“Uhh, sure.”

If there is one thing people learn quickly on Ios, it’s that you never say no to Francesco. He has an imposing personality and is quite a big figure in the community. It may sound like he is asking, but he isn’t. Francesco has the great ability to phrase a command as a question. Except you don’t say no to him.

Not that I would ever say no anyway. How could I skip an opportunity to have a truly Greek evening just to hang out with more tourists? I can do that any day. But the chance to be shown something like this? Wouldn’t dream of skipping it. This is the kind of stuff I travel for.

We headed up the mountain, me keeping my eyes shut as we veered along the tiny, winding mountain track in the dark. Francesco assured me we were fine, but I winced at every bump in the road. I don’t like heights and I’m always afraid I’m going to tumble off the edge.

“You a city boy huh? Don’t worry. I’ve been on these roads all my life!” he assured me.

Arriving finally at the festival, Francesco ushered me past the dancers and into the back garden of the tiny monastery. In front of me were Greek women cleaning large food bowls, as well as huge cooking pots heating soup and goat meat. Francesco grabbed me a bowl, poured some soup into it, and threw in some chunks of goat. I was merely a passive observer in this whole scene, following orders and doing what I was told.

greek band in ios

I sat down at a table full of Greek men who looked at me inquisitively. Francesco said a few things in Greek, and the men smiled, making an eating gesture. They stared as I ate the food, relishing as I ate every bit, looking at me like I was an alien. Here I was, a stranger in their world, and these old, cigarette-smoking Greek men were enjoying it as much as I was.

I’ve never had wild goat before. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever had any kind of goat before. It was delicious. Tender, falling off the bone, it tasted a lot like lamb. I don’t know what the soup was made out of, but that too was good. It had a think, rice porridge consistency. The bread was thick and obviously homemade, soaking up the hot soup well.

After the soup came wine and bread, and then different cheeses – “from Ios.” The soft goat cheese I was given by an old Greek man was some of the milkiest and smoothest goat cheese I’ve ever had. I cleaned the whole plate as a small Greek grandmother with a wooden cane and black shawl stopped and watched.

greek band in ios

I had come to watch their festival, but, in some ways, their festival was watching me more. They didn’t speak much English and I speak no Greek, but I think they got the idea that I liked it.

After the meal and another glass of wine, I left the old Greek patriarchs to go watch the dancing. Sadly, it was mostly over by the time I got there, but I did manage to watch a few traditional dances, as well as few drunk Greeks making up some moves on the dance floor. I simply sat there watching it and enjoying the music. I noticed a few Greeks looking at me, unable to decide if I was a local (when tan I look very Greek) or a foreigner. It was a debate I am sure I settled when I took out my camera to film things like this:

As the band played on and the night got later, the crowd began to thin out. In the old days, they would have taken donkeys up to the monastery to stay the night. However, now, people stay until around midnight before driving back into town.

Francesco came and got me a little time later. It was time to go. “It’s good. You like it?”

“Yeah, it was the most cultural Greek thing I have done in my three trips to Greece.”

“Good. Write about it. It will make a better story than about you getting drunk with other backpackers. This is real Greece. Not that other bullshit.”

And, you know what? He was right.

After three visits to Greece, I finally got to experience real Greek culture, and it was just as festive and fun as I thought it would be.

comments 16 Comments

David

Nice article :)

Living in Greece myself I can surely say that this is what the Greeks are for me: people that know how to enjoy a good meal and the company of friends, usually with music and dance as well. Francesco was right with what he said :)

Ciara

Excited to stay in Francesco’s later this year now!!

Sofia - As We Travel

It’s always such a different experience when you get to know people and they show you around, you really get to see a whole different part of a country. Sounds like a great experience! :)

NomadicMatt

it was so much fun. I had a blast. Wish we got there earlier so I could have seen more traditional dancing but still can’t complain.

Dorian

“I didn’t break any dishes or use Windex to clear up a pimple”.. hahahahahaha

Great story, I am a huge fan of Greece and everything the country and people have to offer.

Matt, I used to live in Greece and got very integrated at some point (speak Greek, have been to family gatherings, etc). I can assure you that their lives are not as eccentric as the movie : ) especially the Windex part. Most Greeks are not sure what it’s all about at all!

Having said that, real-life Greek weddings can be heaps over the “My Big Fat” version, so your cultural discovery isn’t over yet :o) Try to gatecrash a wedding! And enjoy my dear Greece!

What a great experience! It doesn’t happen in every place I visit, but I am always so grateful when I get that real, unplanned cultural experience.

Great story Matt! This goes to show that it is always important to put yourself out there and become freinds with the locals during your travels!

NomadicMatt

There’s nothing like getting a local to take you around to see cool things. it’s my favorite part about travel.

Sounds Great, I have just sailed in to Athens and am in Greece for the whole Summer. Hope its as good as it sounds :)

Sara

Just curious, what is the name of the hostel Francesco owns?

NomadicMatt

Francesco’s.

Sara

Haha. Thanks.

It sounds like a lot of fun!!

NomadicMatt

It was. I loved it. One of the best experiences I’ve had in Greece.

“I didn’t break any dishes or use Windex to clear up a pimple” hauahuhauahua so funny! Thank you for telling about Greek culture! Where exactly is this place? It looks like an island, but there are lots of places called Agios Ioannis in Greece! I hope you will come to Mykonos island too and write about it :)

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