The next morning I could hardly wait for dawn to break, and my joy must have influenced Ermioni as she gaily spit out all the surplus porridge her Gran tried to force into her, and Gran got fed-up, and left the two of us to our own devices. So it was too laughing beings that set out for the harbour, and then the morning coffee at the taverna, where I was now known to almost everyone. I was talking away to one of the waiters who knew a splattering of English, when Paolo arrived, looking a wee bit disheveled, and telling me that I should be honoured, as he is on holiday, and on holiday one slept till noon! Paolo was one of a group of Italians on a cruise of the Greek islands! I told him that I did not ask him to come! We drank our coffee and talked a lot of nonsense, and all too soon I had to go back for Ermioni to have her nap, but he promised to wait for me at the end of our driveway at two to go for a walk.
I was quite exited as I did not have a decent conversation since we came to Leonidios, apart from the boy Franko, who was actually very knowledgeable. We took a small road over the little hill at the side of the harbour, and after a good sweat we came to the loveliest little bay, where we bought ice-creams and lay on the hot sand, talking about our lives so far! He was a widower, his wife having died a couple of years ago, and his friends insisted on him joining them on this holiday, and I told him of my live that was thrown in turmoil, forcing me to go out into the world to fend for myself. He laughed at my empty nest syndrome, but with empathy, as he did not have children that could be leaving him soon, but understood that it could be traumatic. Ermioni was happily playing in the sand, I think only too glad that she escaped the incessant 'bravo Corritsi's' of her Ya-Ya! We then played in the water, which Ermioni enjoyed enormously, sreaming from pure pleasure as I dipped her in the cool sea! But all too soon we had to start back, but I had to promise to meet him on the beach after I put Ermioni to bed. Back at the villa the Ya-Ya almost had a kingsize fit on seeing Ermioni's and also my disheveled state, and grumbled and rumbled like an old lorry going up a steep hill! I was too happy to really be worried, just gave Ermioni a nice warm bath before I put her to bed. I was becoming more at ease with my situation, as I haven't worked for a boss since my kids were born, and to also be confined like this with the boss's  impossible mother, was quite hard! But for now I was indeed very happy!