The day before the day we come home

We wandered along to the restaurant where we have had breakfast several days and dinner at least twice. Every eaterie one walks past elicits cries of come in, coffee, beer, souvlaki etc, no matter what time of day. But at "our" place, we are greeted with handshakes, enquiries after our health, given huge portions of yummy yoghurt with honey and walnuts, and also a shot of "is wine made by the monks". I cannot imagine a long life for any of the brothers if they regularly imbibe their own produce. But they would die happy, shame about the liver.

More wandering, beering, philosophising in the sun and sea breeze. Had the compulsory paddle. Bought the compulsory owl. Made the mistake of asking for a large beer, hoping for a pint, got another sodding 2 litre glass boot. Which costs more than dinner does 😱

Probably returning to "our" place (I'm sure it has a name but meh who cares) for dinner as their feta-stuffed calamari is to die for.

But tonight I shall not try to rekindle memories of Greek holidays 40 years ago, when Metaxa 5 brandy tasted pleasant. After last night's slug, I shall stick to drinking Nitromors paint stripper as it's slightly less caustic.Read more