All quiet on the Western Front.
No news of marauding Turks, wildfires, nuclear subs, border walls, viruses or yet another wife killing, 10 so far this year.
The cafeteria doesn't open till 9 so no use getting up early. Capuccino and cheese pies to look forward to.
Yes, we are on holiday. My traditional Greek man, and me, are getting some r &r so he doesn't add another wife to those statistics.
We are back at the Naval resort. One week of absolute relaxation. The restaurant has a good variety of cheap food. The rooms have been cleaned and disinfected. No housework, though I did sweep the sand off the floor yesterday.
The beach has umbrellas and sun-beds and pedaloes and canoes for the very active. WiFi is a bit spotty but I have a collection of books and magazines.
The weekend was busy. The beach filled up with active personal, families in tow. Now it's just the hardy, the retired and the retiring. This is the last week before it closes for the winter. It's quiet. Almost too quiet for traditional Greek men who seek discourse and dispute.
The sea water is cold until you can make that first dunk. Then its glorious.
The only sounds are from the groups of Greek ladies bobbing in the sea whose shrill voices carry a very long way over the water.