This church is in the middle of nowhere on the long climb up from the sea at Kitries towards Stavropigio, the next village to my home one of Kambos. We drove up that road today after a day by the shore. I remember driving past this church with my father and late step mother on her last holiday before she passed away. She was clearly very ill at that point. We stopped the car and myself and Helen went inside. There was barely enough room for the two of us and the small lizard we found there.
My step mother had faith which helped her in those last awful weeks. I struggle with faith. But little demonstrations of the dedication of others such as this, what appears, pointless church, fill me with awe. As an indication of its size, godless daughter Olaf (height five foot two) can just about get through the door without stooping as you can see in the second photo.
Inside the walls are covered with icons and three frescoes as you can see below but which were of no interest to the godless child. I find them fascinating. I recognise a few of the figures and can translate most names but not all.
