I just waited to see whether Ermioni was asleep, then I asked the Ya-Ya if she would mind looking after the child as I would be out a bit late. Paolo was waiting for me at the jetty, and informed me that he had phoned for a taxi to take us to Leonidios where we would dine and watch Greek dancing. It was one of my most memorable nights ever, as he was so warm and caring, and we had a lovely meal, and drank some lovely wine, and we were oh so gay and carefree! The Greek dancers were fantastic, and it wasn't long before the diners got carried away, shouting 'Hopa!' along with the dancers every time they jumped up and hit their thighs! And then the dancers came down, and I was one of the lucky ones to be asked onto the little stage, where I was shown the steps, and encouraged to dance! Of course I was a bitty lightheaded from all the wine, so it did not take a lot of encouragement to get me going, and with all the clapping and shouting I became quite laf, jumping and slapping my thighs, and shouting as loud  as anyone else. Paolo was wonderful, and he was so taken with me and my antics, and praised my effort so enthusiastically that I felt a warmth towards him that I have not felt for a long time! The rest of the night was a dream so beautiful that I do not want to write about it. It was early morning when he kissed me goodnight before I silently let myself into the villa. I was now so sad, as it was the yacht's last night, and I promised to come to the harbour early enough to say goodbye.
I was just falling into a fitful sleep, when suddenly the quiet of the villa was shattered by the most terrible noises, and someone was hammering on the door. I bally just about broke my small toe on a chairleg in my haste to get to the door to see what was going on! The Ya-Ya joined me, and together we peeped through the window, and there in the moonlight was Dorah, Yannis, another couple, and two children, one of them a roaring Nikos. Gosh, I never heard such a voice on a child, it being loud enough to wake the bally dead! I opened the door, and I heard Ermioni cry, but Nikos just about jumped into my arms, sobbing now as if his heart was breaking. I wondered why the stupid people could not wait till morning before rousing us, but Dorah explained that Nikos, when he heard that I was near, wanted to come to me! Poor boy, he must have been bored to death, as the little girl of the other couple was much younger than him, and his parents did not know how to entertain him. We made coffee for all, and as the time flew by, and my jetty time came closer, I knew that there was no way that I would get down to the harbour to say goodbye to Paolo. I cried silently!