My job became much easier as Nikos had started pre-primary school, and when I had a rest after the exhaustion of getting him ready, and after Ermioni had her early morning nap, we took to the road. It was nice now that all the nannies were back after the summer, and on the nice days while the children played in the park's sandbox, which all of them loved, we chatted away likw a lot of sparrows. But this lovely state of affairs did not last, and one morning Dorah told me to pack clothes and stuff for Ermioni and myself, as we were going on a visit to Yanni's mother, who lived in a small village just outside Nafpaktos, in Sterea Ellada. Petra was in a gay mood, as the old Ya-Ya was not going this time, and even Ermioni was laughing all the time. Our first stop was at Livadi, and I suddenly realised that it was one the vilages where we had so enjoyed the fight of the poor passengers on our way to Delphi, to get out of the bus! The scenery again was a feast for the eye, and Livadi is beautuful, almost built like an amphtheatre down the mountain. Our next stop was Amphissia , a biggish town, and the Capitol of Falida. I knew that we were near Delphi as I recognised the mountains, and the road winding through them. We stopped for lunch at Amphissia, where I changed Ermioni's nappy while Petra ordered lunch. I opted for baked, filled tamatoes, Fish, and salad. Yummy! Amphissia is also lovely, with huge stretches off greyish green olive trees as far as the eye could see, and up to where the huge mountains grew majestically out of the earth, and it is onto one of this mountains that Amphissia with it's wonderful castle clings to for dear life. After a while we came to Mount Parnassos along which slopes Delphi was built. Late that afternoon, with Ermioni starting to get a bitty tired from sitting in her chair, we came to Nafpaktos, where Yanni's mother would meet us. Nafpaktos is unbelievably pretty, with an old harbour chipped out of stone  dating long-long back, that is struggling not to just disappear under the sea.We stopped to wait for Yanni's mother, and I could have spent hours just looking down onto the beautiful harbour with the colourful fishing boats that rocked lazily in the afternoon breeze.I got out to walk around a bit, and saw an old, but impeccably clean car stop next to our car, and a very pretty older woman getting out, so I hastily went back, as I knew Ermioni's dislike of people she did not know well. This woman was a treat, the opposite from the Other Ya-Ya, stylishly dressed, with hair cut short, and dyed a reddish brown, and bloodred lips. After she greeted Petra with a huge hug, she turned to me, and thank heavens, she spoke a fluent English! Ermioni was sitting with eyes like saucers, and when the Ya-Ya tried to take her out of her chair, she put up such a bally bawl that I had to take her for a walk to calm her down. Petra was to sleep in a hotel and go back in the morning, and while she transfered our luggage to the other car, the Ya-Ya tried to make friends with a very upset Ermioni. At last we were on our way to the Ya-Ya's house that was apparantly deep in the mountains in a very small village!