This is no country for hard workers....

You know the saying, the grass is always greener somewhere else....In that case, I should say, the sea is always more blue under other skies. No, I'm not referring to my beloved Andalusia but to another little corner of the world not so far away : Oia in Santorini island, in the Aegan sea. A few days ago, I received a very nice email from a new blogger who settled on the island with his wife and kids, bought a cave and made a cosy nest for his family. Michael invited me to have a look at his blog which is a real "invitation au voyage". And it's my pleasure today to invite you to discover this tiny paradise, if you don't know it yet.

apparently, this is no country for hard workers and yet...

you see, when you build a house in a cave, there is a lot to dig and consequently lots of dirt, which piles up then has to be collected and transported by mules. So yes, here are some of the hard workers !

but then, when the hard work is finished, you can always relax in front of a glass of ouzo and a plate of grilled fish....by the sea, of course

or take a walk in the country side and visit the church
and admire the view from there

No...it might not be a country for hard workers but it is definitely inspiring to artists. Michael's wife creates ceramics, textiles, jewelry and handpainted cards. Here are some pics of her beautiful work...

all pics are Michael's
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well....after visiting Michael's blog, Monchéri said we should forget about Formentera, Mallorca and that Oia was the next place to visit....we'll see !

My lovelies, I wish you a very good week...I hope to be back on wednesday, my computer is still a bit ill and needs more medication.

May I ask a bit of your time and visit a dear blogging friend, Julie from Tangobaby ? Julie lives in San Francisco and recently started a blog called i live here : SF, about the people who live there. A few days ago, as she was walking in the street, she met Kelaya and her kids. Kelaya is an abused woman who is now homeless with her kids. When Julie passed by her, she was holding a sign reading : Please help, we need 60$ for a motel room. At first Julie, just kept walking but then she had seen the tears in this woman's eyes and turned back and gave the woman 30$. The two women talked and because Julie has a very generous heart, and Kelaya's story moved her, she sought to organize some help for this woman and her little kids. She set up a paypal account on her blog, asked her blogging friends if perhaps we could help by spreading the story, giving a bit of money, and when I say a bit, it could be 1$ or 2$ or 5$. Of course, we cannot carry all the weight of the world but helping each other is certainly one of the most beautiful things in this world. Thank you for reading this....