I have to say, life is good. We wake to almost perfect weather—same old, same old. Ride our bikes into town, walk the beach, read, visit with other campers. This could become habit forming. While all of us here at Camping Finikes are whiling away our time, Rod and Spiros are busy maintaining the place. I love the truck they use for loading up all the prunings and hauling things around. No doors and no windshield.
This couple sit at a table in the car and sleep in a tent.
We really love Klaus's campervan and fantasize about getting a similar one when we return. His is the latest and greatest "California" model, unavailable in California or the U.S.
As evening fell, a large number of us walked to the campground restaurant where Spiros and his wife were putting on a moussaka dinner. Our table consisted of Katie and Derek, Klaus (I think he likes us even though he could have sat with other Germans here) and new friends, Brian and Pat.
We started with fried zucchini and tzatsiki. The plate was piled with it but, you know how it goes.
Moussaka--the best I've ever had.
Candied fruit--this was very different and quite delicious.
The food, all homemade, including a Greek salad (as good as mine!) was served family style and delicious, of course. Lots of wine, a few Greek coffees, and ouzo. Katie demonstrated lighting the ouzo then clamping her hand over the glass and raising her hand to show how it sticks. Unfortunately, my camera battery quit at that important moment. A good time was had by all.
We may look like we're acting like teenagers but trust me, no one lost their dignity. I can't stand ouzo but, when in Greece. Chuck finished mine for me and talked about the strange things that were going on in his stomach after mixing it with Greek coffee.
The best vitamin for making friends: B1 ~ Unknown