Old Poros Friends

Old friends are back in town. They lived on here for years, are now here to sell their beautiful island house. 

It was our great pleasure to invite them for a traditional Greek meal and talk about the good old days here on Poros. 

They know us, we know them.  They know our girls, our family. We're an old comfortable fit. 

We caught up.  Children, grandchildren.  Trying to keep up with years that have sped past.

There was a lot of reminiscing, people remembered, times recalled, good and bad.  It ain't always idyllic on this little island.  You find nasty neighbours and crazy persons  everywhere

The boys enjoying pre-lunch aperitifs

Traditional of course

Ouzo and raki

K and Steve

While the girls supped their wine

Local from the barrel

Judy and Jan

All ready for the obligatory photos of a groaning table

Yiouvetsi (beef in tomato sauce with orzo - fat pasta rice and greek chicken and potatoes).  Greek salad and my magnificent homemade gravy.  They wouldn't dare say otherwise

K was the chief cook and bottle washer.  Good man.

It gave me time to talk

The cheese plate included this Danish blue, what we call rokfor.

We all agreed it was really good.  And from Lidls.  Around 3-4 euros.  Try it if you've got a Lidls near you.  It's creamy and tangy

They brought us this good bottle of wine.  I wonder how they knew.  We had just finished our last bottle of this given to us by previous visitors brother Paul and sis in law Karen

Where else do you buy a decent wine on this small island?

From daughter Danae down on the harbour!

When they asked what I might like to drink she just scrolled through her archives and found the exact wine we enjoyed.  How's that for service.  

Here is Danae with her frequent visitors.  She's right on the waterfront.  You can't get 'downtown' without passing by and stopping in for a chat and a smile.

Steve, Judy and Danae

Thanks folks.

All that's missing from this is me!! 

As usual, I took all the photos. 

And the rain was there as well. Every time Jan had to get on or off the car ferry the heavens opened.  The last downpour was biblical. The harbour area flooded in minutes. We sat in the car peering through the rain cascading down the windscreen hoping it would clear before the next ferry arrived. It did so Jan made a dash, only to get drenched on the other side. 

Poseidon, or was it Zeus, really had it in for her.