The Echo of the Mountains (and the Coffee That Followed)
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By Yiotis Olive Farm
I promise, I’m not going to become that Greek—you know the one. Where every conversation somehow ends with: “Did you know this English word comes from Greek Language?”
But… hear me out.
“Echo”—yes, the word you use all the time—comes straight from Greek roots. From the myth of Echo, the mountain nymph who was cursed to only repeat what others said.
Poetic, right?
But speaking of echoes... Have you ever felt an echo? Not just heard it, but actually watched your own voice travel across hills, bouncing between trees and cliffs like it’s got somewhere to go. No microphone. No playback. Just your sound stretching into the silence.
At our farm, surrounded by olive trees and rugged mountains, me and my grandfather were loud. Not arguing—just naturally expressive (as Greeks are). I can still hear his voice calling out for me like it all happened yesterday. The sound would echo so far, it reached the nearby village of Lagio, where most of the residents were our relatives—cousins, uncles, all descendants from my grandfather’s family of twelve siblings.
And when they heard us? They came. On tractors. One by one. They didn’t need an invitation—just the echo.
“Are you treating us to coffee today?” they’d ask with a grin.
And guess who was making the coffee? Me! I was just a little kid who didn’t even drink coffee yet, but somehow made the best Greek coffee around. Or at least that’s what they told me (probably because I served it with a smile).
And I promise—soon, I’ll show you how to make the perfect Greek coffee yourself. Because the smell of that coffee still lives in me like an echo of its own.
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