Odysseus

Aliveri, Greece

Toni and I took a bus out to this town south of our hotel. We were dropped off in a sort of blazing hot wasteland of a gas station, small markets, and vacant shops. Stumbling upon what appeared to be a restaurant, Toni, in her two weeks old self taught Greek, asked the man and woman cleaning the tables if they were open. Confusion ensued.

Shortly after, we found ourselves in the back seat of Maria's car as she drove us God knows where. She smiled and we hoped it wasn't psychotic.

It wasn't. She dropped us at another of Greece's apparently numerous seaside restaurant districts. She asked a few questions of one restaurant proprietor who agreed to take care of us. Which he did. We had a great meal of grilled chicken and fried fish. Accompanied by one of many Greek salads on this trip.

After our meal, we walked up to this cafe where Toni ordered an iced frappe and I asked for a Greek coffee. Instead she got a sweetened hot coffee and I received what seemed to be regular coffee (no sludge). But all was forgiven when the owner, Mario, offered to drive us back to our hotel. Which we accepted and only regretted briefly during the fast winding drive.