Luckily one of Gran's about eighty year old friends offered to drive us home and return by taxi, and I could kiss him, toothless mouth and all. Gran, full of wine and beaming with Dutch courage was not easily persuaded, but when I refused to get in the car with Ermioni, she capitulated, and grumbling like Vesuvius erupting, she got into the passenger seat, and we set off. The old man knew how to drive, and we reached home without any further mishap, but I couldn't help wondering what Yannis was going to say about the car! Ermioni was really tired, so I put her to bed and walked all along the beach to the harbour. I was so fed up with the old Ya-Ya and her exagerated attentions to the poor child. For every little thing that Ermioni did, whether it is getting a shape into place on a playboard, or drinking out of a cup, which she had been doing for two weeks now, the old woman got so worked up, and her 'bravo Corritsi, bravo, bravo!' all day long was driving me nuts! Corritsi means little girl. I met Franko, a young boy of about twelve along the way, and he could speak English, halleluja! He was visiting his granny, the old woman living just off the harbour in a tiny house where she baked the most glorious bread to sell. We were deep in conversation when I suddenly became aware of some-one next to me, and to my amazement it was the man from the yacht, and he was smiling at me so beautifully that my legs felt like jelly, and my heart started racing! He introduced himself as Paolo, and said I didn't have to tell him my name, as he already knew! He was tall, and handsome, and just the right age, and we made a date to meet the next morning on the jetty when I come for my morning walk with Ermioni, and would then go for a coffee. But later that night, after having put Ermioni to bed, I went down to the beach, and sat in awe as the moon came up, first as small as a copper penny, but getting bigger and bigger as it rose from behind the sea. It was magnificent, and I became very homesick as I watched the people in the camping area start their fires, and the smell of the barbequed meat blew over to me in the light breeze. And then suddenly Paolo was there, and my heart went BOOM_BOOM, and I did not even hesitate when he asked if he could join me. Oh, what a night! We laughed a lot as he described his own mirth on seeing me on that ancient bicycle, and when I told him I was also offered a donkey, he once more roared with laughter. Then we went for a long walk, and when he took my hand, I almost died from pure bliss! But I had to get back before the Ya-Ya locked the doors as she was scared of the riff raff lurking around. Must say, I never saw any! So we decided that he would join Ermioni and me for our morning walk through the veggie fields!