Our village

By Sandy Deligiorgi

Our village is now called Amfiklia, but has crossed its great journey through history, with many more names: Ofitia, Afikaia, Amfikaia, Dadi etc. At present, its free interpretation is "glorious."

However, when one gets to know it and wanders in its neighborhoods, then he realizes that nothing exudes arrogance, because the glory of the village is its survival: Amfiklia has been destroyed by all the tribes that stepped on the Greek soil for centuries, from the Stone Age to the most recent world war!

The history of the village of Amfiklia is great, very interesting and lively, and such will be found by the visitor today: lively and charming as in its old settlement, built around 1890, the houses are in the most part well preserved in their traditional architectural form and most are inhabited.

In Amfiklia, apart from the old houses, the traditions have also survived, as one could imagine them: Flourished gardens and orchards well cared, whitewashed courtyards, geraniums in windows, almond trees, ivy on fences, embroidered curtains, the smell of baked bread, of wood and wine prevailing and, every night, the square is crowded, noisy and bright, cafes and taverns, are all full of people.

In winter time, Amfiklia looks proud and very often snow white for several weeks, with the chimneys of the fireplaces smoking and at Christmas, many churches chiming Christmas hymns.
In carnival time, Amfiklia remembers the ancient cult of Dionysus (the most famous oracle, that existed on the outskirts of the village, until 200 AD!) disguises around huge bonfires in the streets, drinks and dances to the sound of bagpipes until early morning hours!

Easter is the greatest feast! Amfiklia, dressed in its spring clothing, fasts during Holy Week under the sound of mournful bells and carries around the village streets three solemn epitaphs, richly decorated with spring flowers. But after the resurrection, it becomes again a huge feast: big or small fires are lit in the stone streets, music everywhere, treats, traditional dances and lambs are being cooked the traditional way. At the end of the day, after this feast, nobody is sad.

In summer, Amfiklia toils in the plains cultivating wheat or barley and in autumn, it celebrates the crops. Amfiklia is “old” but full of life, wise and playful. Moreover, there is nothing to fear, as it is leaning against the sacred mountain of Apollo and it magically manages to keep the young people, but it also captivates its visitors!