Never, in living memory, have I been at the beach at 10.00am. Well, perhaps not the beach, but a nice enough bar and breakfast joint, with free WiFi. Woohoo! And all of this before the kids are even up. Back home with the papers, and start on my labour of love. The project for the holiday is to arrange the wedding photos (over two thousand of them) into manageable folders. Rather surprisingly, I am finished before 5.oopm. Bugger, what am I going to do with the rest of the holiday? Also sunbathed, swam and puzzled. As in doing Sudoku, not wondering about life's mysteries.
Almyrida is almost empty compared to recent years. Whereas it was always tricky to find a beachside table, now you can have the joy of sea spray all over your food almost anywhere. Perhaps this is due to the credit crunch, or market crunch, as Xanthe calls it. Which sounds like an organic cereal bar, to me. Or it may be the result of the spate of local burglaries. We arrived yesterday to find our neighbours' house open, with the front glass smashed in. It seems the locals are too greedy to wait for the economic benefits of tourism, so are nicking visitors phones, laptops, ipods, and credit cards instead. The police here are so dead keen on suffocating this crime, that their response was to say that when the owners are next here, in August, they should file a report...
Otherwise, it is a return to a very simple existence. No car, no TV, even no radio. Eat and drink what we can manage to bring back from the village each day. We walked into town and had a lovely meal, accompanied by the sound of the waves crashing against the front wall of the restaurant.
As to the revelation. I can't tell you now, I can't tell you tomorrow...
Almyrida is almost empty compared to recent years. Whereas it was always tricky to find a beachside table, now you can have the joy of sea spray all over your food almost anywhere. Perhaps this is due to the credit crunch, or market crunch, as Xanthe calls it. Which sounds like an organic cereal bar, to me. Or it may be the result of the spate of local burglaries. We arrived yesterday to find our neighbours' house open, with the front glass smashed in. It seems the locals are too greedy to wait for the economic benefits of tourism, so are nicking visitors phones, laptops, ipods, and credit cards instead. The police here are so dead keen on suffocating this crime, that their response was to say that when the owners are next here, in August, they should file a report...
Otherwise, it is a return to a very simple existence. No car, no TV, even no radio. Eat and drink what we can manage to bring back from the village each day. We walked into town and had a lovely meal, accompanied by the sound of the waves crashing against the front wall of the restaurant.
As to the revelation. I can't tell you now, I can't tell you tomorrow...
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