I could see that the Ya-Ya was cross! Very cross! She was scrubbing away with vicious intent to demolish the poor car seat. Ermioni's chair was standing on the grass, all clean but damp, and I decided to go to the grocery shop nearby and ask for a plastic bag to put underneath the child. Petra must have stood at a vantage point nearby, for as soon as the granny stood up straight and stretched her back, she appeared, all spruce and smiling. If looks could kill both Petra and myself would have been stone dead, and it was three people with a wide assortment of feelings that got back into the not too good- smelling car. I could see that the Ya-Ya was biting her tongue almost to strips not to let rip at us, and Petra had an unholy gleam in her soft brown eyes! I was still cross, but shared Petra's glee in getting one up on the old battle axe. After another few long hours we reached the villa at Leonidion. It was large, it was beautiful, it was almost on the sea, and I loved it. After unpacking the car the old woman assigned us our rooms, me with Ermioni in a big room with a cot. Petra was sleeping only one night, and would be on the Flying Dolphin early the next morning. Then we were all herded into the car, and drove to the village store to get food, as we didn't bring anything with. I had some bottled veggies for Ermioni and that is all. I wanted nappies for Ermioni, as Dorah forgot to buy some, but the shop did not stock them, so I was quite worried, as there were only a few left. Leonidion was a beautiful little harbour village with a huge taverna where people sat and laughed and enjoyed themselves. I was jealous, as I had to sit at home with a very surly grandma! The villa was some little way from the harbour, and after dinner, that the Ya-Ya cooked, I put Ermioni to bed, then Petra and myself went down to the beach and had a long swim in the clean warm water. I never had time to get a spool for my camera, and the harbour shop didn't carry it, something I regretted a lot. The next morning I put Ermioni in the pushcart and we walked down to the harbour with Petra, and I felt a pang of sadness when the Hydrofoil disappeared over the horizon. Although we did not really understood each other, we both knew just enough to say, with a lot of help with arms and hands, what we wanted to.
I could see that the Ya-Ya was cross! Very cross! She was scrubbing away with vicious intent to demolish the poor car seat. Ermioni's chair was standing on the grass, all clean but damp, and I decided to go to the grocery shop nearby and ask for a plastic bag to put underneath the child. Petra must have stood at a vantage point nearby, for as soon as the granny stood up straight and stretched her back, she appeared, all spruce and smiling. If looks could kill both Petra and myself would have been stone dead, and it was three people with a wide assortment of feelings that got back into the not too good- smelling car. I could see that the Ya-Ya was biting her tongue almost to strips not to let rip at us, and Petra had an unholy gleam in her soft brown eyes! I was still cross, but shared Petra's glee in getting one up on the old battle axe. After another few long hours we reached the villa at Leonidion. It was large, it was beautiful, it was almost on the sea, and I loved it. After unpacking the car the old woman assigned us our rooms, me with Ermioni in a big room with a cot. Petra was sleeping only one night, and would be on the Flying Dolphin early the next morning. Then we were all herded into the car, and drove to the village store to get food, as we didn't bring anything with. I had some bottled veggies for Ermioni and that is all. I wanted nappies for Ermioni, as Dorah forgot to buy some, but the shop did not stock them, so I was quite worried, as there were only a few left. Leonidion was a beautiful little harbour village with a huge taverna where people sat and laughed and enjoyed themselves. I was jealous, as I had to sit at home with a very surly grandma! The villa was some little way from the harbour, and after dinner, that the Ya-Ya cooked, I put Ermioni to bed, then Petra and myself went down to the beach and had a long swim in the clean warm water. I never had time to get a spool for my camera, and the harbour shop didn't carry it, something I regretted a lot. The next morning I put Ermioni in the pushcart and we walked down to the harbour with Petra, and I felt a pang of sadness when the Hydrofoil disappeared over the horizon. Although we did not really understood each other, we both knew just enough to say, with a lot of help with arms and hands, what we wanted to.
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