From then on we drove through magnificant landscapes with pine forests interspersed with  a variety of fruit trees. First it was apricot trees as far as the eye could see, then suddenly we were in the midst of a huge orange grove, then a large field of tomatoes, or brinjals, and to make it just so unbelievably awesome, a pretty village would suddenly peep shyly from amidst all this beauty. Peace was reigning in the car, the two in front sitting as though they had both swallowed a stick, Petra just now and then catching my eye in the mirror and smiling. Ermioni was sleeping peacefully. But all good things come to an end, and our serenity was rudely shattered when in one of the villages the Ya-Ya spat out a few words to Petra, and we stopped at a small roadside cafe, where we all sat down in wrathful silence to have a meal. It was so nice under the reed-roofed verandah, but another war almost started when theYa-Ya ignored us, ordering without consulting either of us. Petra called the waiter back, and told the Ya-Ya that she would order her own food, even if she had to pay for it herself. I thought the two were going to start another fight, but Gran gave in, not wanting to loose face in public I think. Petra asked me what I wanted, but as I was tired of the bickering I said I was ok with what the Ya-Ya ordered. It was quite a nice meal, golden brown fried fish with boiled potatoes and a lovely salad. Petra had a kind of a stew that looked delicious. I fed Ermioni some of the fish after her bottled food I brought along, but then the Ya-Ya decided that it was not sufficient, and fetched another bottle from the car. Ermioni screamed blue murder, but the old woman managed to stuff it into her. After the Gran payed, she called us with a shrill : 'Hella, hella!', and she showed us the icecream fridge, telling us to choose. All was fine at this stage, but when I saw that she bought an extra one, and realised that it was for Ermioni, I tried to reason with her, asking to rather buy a yogurt, for I just knew what would happen after the amount of food the child had. But see, Gran was adamant to show who knew best, and she sat on a small bench under a huge old olive tree, and forced the stuff down the complaining Ermioni's throat. We were not long on the road when I noticed that Ermioni was looking quite green, and I started to ask Petra to stop, but too late, and both the child and myself was covered in the mish-mash of foods she took in.  Now, I myself was not strong when it comes to that kind of thing, and I flew out to also deposit my lovely lunch on the pavement! Petra lost it completely! I hopped in again, and we stopped at the nearest garage where both Ermioni's and my luggage had to be unloaded, clean clothes fished out, and before the old woman could say anything I hurried away with the child for a wash and a change. I saw Petra take off across the road, so I took my time, thinking that the one responsible should clean up the mess. When we came back all fresh and clean, The Ya-Ya was still struggling with a bowl of water, don't know where she got it from, and Petra was still missing.