The nice thing about the Greek men are that they love to sit and have long and earnest conversations. that is if they are not playing board games.




This is the hydrofoil that glides above the water, and That I, after two glasses of wine thought was some outerspace machine!

After a heavenly day spent on a small island called Iraklia, we headed for Folegandros, a very busy island, barren, with huge rocks strown all over. This was the last island before we returned home. Folegandros[ the Hora] was just beautiful. It looked as if it was built in two stages, and in what I took to be the oldest part, I strolled for quite a long time. The houses's walls seemed to form a wall around the town that looked as if could hold off all the pirates and other invaders that used to try and ravage the villages and towns. The Cycladic islands always had strong walls for just that purpose. The newer part was just as interesting and very pretty with narrow alleyways flanked by low stonewalls, and lots of courtyards with colourful flowers warming their petals in the hot sun. It was nice to have the whole afternoon off, and I had time to visit a few churches.One of these, the church of Panagia, was built on part of the wall of the ancient town. Then I took to the hills, and unexpectedly came upon Manos's Taverna clinging precariously to the side of a cliff. I was hungry, so I bought a take-away moussaka, bread and a bottle of coca cola, and found a spot in the shade of one huge rock guarded by a few age-old olive trees, and thoroughly enjoyed my late lunch. I then laid on my back watching a few fleecy clouds flit by, and thought about my life. I still got a bit claustrophobic just thinking of my empty nest, and knew that it will take some time to accept my new life without anybody sharing the house. That night we had dinner at a nice taverna, with Greek dancers entertaining us with their antics. We were all just so sad that we had come to the end of that wonderful island holiday.