Ilsa's memory of (every) arrival-day, just before everything started.
End of November - it is the end of autumn, but on the island the air is still soft and full of sweet scents. Many still swim in the sea and enjoy the gentle breeze and sunbeams on their half uncovered skin.
At the Oikia Karapanou everything is in full swing, with merry excitement in the air. Today everybody is going to arrive and our adventure is going to start. We will all lay eyes on each other for the first time, a first real hug, a first feeling, first laughter and stories about from where and how everybody got here... At night we are going to spend the first evening together around dinner, carefully looking at each person, one by one, already feeling our hearts a bit more open – wondering what will come, but also impatient to get started with this new life, in this newborn tribe, in this house.
But before those moments, there is this very special instant of silence, as if the whole place held its breath for a while... One last round in the house to check on every piece of furniture, the lavender and herbs from the garden placed on every bed to welcome the travellers. It is still so calm that you can hear the wood squeaking under every barefoot-step and one can almost hear the sunlight dancing curiously through every empty room, eager to welcome their new guests who will make this house a HOME, creating, sharing and holding countless stories...
At the Oikia Karapanou everything is in full swing, with merry excitement in the air. Today everybody is going to arrive and our adventure is going to start. We will all lay eyes on each other for the first time, a first real hug, a first feeling, first laughter and stories about from where and how everybody got here... At night we are going to spend the first evening together around dinner, carefully looking at each person, one by one, already feeling our hearts a bit more open – wondering what will come, but also impatient to get started with this new life, in this newborn tribe, in this house.
But before those moments, there is this very special instant of silence, as if the whole place held its breath for a while... One last round in the house to check on every piece of furniture, the lavender and herbs from the garden placed on every bed to welcome the travellers. It is still so calm that you can hear the wood squeaking under every barefoot-step and one can almost hear the sunlight dancing curiously through every empty room, eager to welcome their new guests who will make this house a HOME, creating, sharing and holding countless stories...
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