From then on, after feeding Ermioni, my routine was firstly the harbour where I could watch the antics of the fishermen and the wonderfully colourful woman for ages. While Ermioni took her morning nap, I went swimming or down to the harbour where I would have a coffee in the taverna. People soon came to know me and greeted me with : 'Jassas Kyria Christina'! After lunch, and with the old Ya-Ya's eyes spewing fire, I would go walking all over. It was wonderful to see how everything worked in harmony, but the sweetest thing I saw was while sitting under a tree watching Ermioni play in the sand. I heard the droning of a small engin, and out of the dust appeared an ancient scooter. Driving the scooter was an elderly man, and on the back sat his wife, her legs very femininely hanging down to one side, a yellow scarf tied over her hair flapping gaily behind her, a huge wicker basket on her lap. The man parked the scooter under a tree next to us, and after watching us distrustfully for a while, they evidently decided that we were not a threat, so they greeted me, and after hanging the basket over a sturdy branch, they unhooked two long poles with a kind of a spade on one side, from the side of the scooter and before long they were bussily weeding between the tomato plants. I was not ready to leave, but I wanted to enquire from the cafe owner, almost the only person talking English, how far the town of Leonidios was, as Ermioni's nappies was almost finished. So I put Ermioni in her cot for her midday nap and legged it down to the harbour, where a huge yacht was busy docking. On telling the man that I wanted to walk to Leonidios, an old man standing nearby realised what was going on and he was aghast, and offered me his bicycle. I walked with him to his little house and then I was aghast, as this thing on two wheels was about a hundred years old. But nevertheless, it would be better than walking. His neigbour, who have been watching us from his verandah, came over to investigate what a foreigner was doing at his friend's house, and offered me his donkey, which I declined with a lot of startled 'Ochis' It took a fair bit of practising before I mastered the monstrosity well enough to be able to stay on the road and upright. Well, to tell the truth, I wasn't on a bicycle for a fair number of years! I must have looked a sight for bally sore eyes wobbling through the little village, as people stopped and stared, and I could hear a lot of laughter behind me as I proceeded on my precarious way! The Ya-Ya was knitting on the verandah, and when she saw me come fluttering down the lane, she almost shot her bolt, her voice reaching pitches I never heard on a human being! I didn't dare looking up too much, as the sand was thick at places, but on hearing the old woman howling, and me looking up, I hit a sandbank and went sprawling in the dust! After assessing my wounds, luckily only a few scrapes, I explained to the raving old woman the reason for the bicycle, and she shook her head vehemously and said that she will drive me! Oh my Good Lord! But THAT is a story for tomorrow!!!