The village panygyri, the long-awaited festival to celebrate St Paraskevi, was off.
With a week's notice, the organisers were told by the owner of the field where the festival has been held for years: 'Oxi.'
Which, in Greek, means no.
It was a blow for the village, for community life. It was a blow for the organisers, who work hard to put on these events for the benefit of all.
And it was a blow to us, too, as my brother and his family had booked their holiday dates around it. They're due in later today and were looking forward to the festival tomorrow night.
When you see this YouTube video, you can see why.
But to say we were excited about the event was an understatement. We have walked past this field of olive trees for the past ten months. We've seen the stage and the stacked-up chairs, the light fittings and the ice cream fridge - or was it for beer?
We were ready for the St Paraskevi Panygyri and sold it lock, stock and barrel to my brother's family.
Yes, there are other panygyri throughout the summer months. And I know there are some people who've lived here for years who are sick and fed up with them.
But I'm only here for a year and want all the village culture I can get. And this was our panygyri, a chance to see the people we have lived with since October get up and dance, join hands with them, and have a good time on home territory. The saving grace is that there is another panygyri in the village later in August. But by then, my brother's family will have gone.
So we look at all the banners and posters on the roadside to see what other festivals are on while they are here. It won't be the same but at least we have plenty of choice.
So don't tell my brother but if he thinks he's having a rest when he gets in on the plane tonight, he's got another thing coming.
We're off to the panygyri.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x