Summer Lunching

 

Our cruise destination

A quiet rather old time taverna

Local Aliens
Linda and Jan 
The only time we seem to get together over the summer is for a meal out.  Jan's days are occupied looking after strays and her own menagerie and I spend most of my day taking care of my own 'stray'.  Add heatwaves and my summer sluggishness and so the days pass in a daze.

Time out for a simple meal, a glass of wine and a catch-up on gossip is essential.

Jan 

and K

looking happy before the barrage of English language

We do try to keep him in the loop with a bit of Greek and a translation here and there

The boys

K and K

Captain Kyriakos our charming s-in-law and cruise director

In the shade of the cypress trees

The beach below is a narrow piece of sand where locals can swim in peace away from the throngs of small children and noisy parents at the main Aliki beach, 50 metres west

Most of the usual clientele sit along the back wall.  They can check out the action from there, watch who comes and goes with whom

Wine is drunk from these very traditional glasses.  We got a half kilo jug of the local white.

 Note - wine, and other liquids, are sold by the kilo and not by the litre. But they're more or less the same. 

These traditional taverna chairs are still in use in most tavernas. I remember them from 50 years ago. They're the most uncomfortable chair imaginable. They dig into your legs and numb your bottom. 

We all think they're still in favour at most tavernas so you don't spend all day there. An hour sitting on one of these and you need to move on. 

The loos are down the alleyway. Perfectly acceptable. The doors lock and they are clean.

Traditional taverna meals. Not a large menu. You ask the young girl what's available today.  Whatever is fresh and local. No frills. 

Most of the menu is fried. 

Piles of potatoes which we managed to plough through, little fried fish served without the head. The rest of the fish is eaten in one chomp, backbone and all. At least there are no eyes looking at you. 

A big Greek salad with lots of feta, olives and good olive oil. 

Cold watermelon to finish off. 

On the house 

Our own traditional Greek

Socrates 

the only water taxi I will travel on

Kyriakos holds the boat steady and with one hand helps me over the big step. 

Disembarking at the other end was a bit more difficult. It was a long way down from the doorway to the quay.  I managed it.  Dragging my leg over the ledge in a most ungainly fashion 

I won't be sailing on any little boats again... until next year