And so the days pass by....

17th of May 2008 textmessages ticked in from Norway: sleet, 3 degrees Celsius, strong winds, fresh snow in the hillsides... etc.. etc...
And here I was, in a beautiful village by the sea, with my little Norwegian flag on my veranda. Enjoying the sun and the warm breeze and my fantastic view of the Cretan South coast.

On my way to Andrini Beach, my favorite beach I prefer to walk to, I met David, the English retired guy of 77 Flora chose to be my dinner companion the day before. He is a great guy with a lot of stories and a lot of British humour. So we sat down with a coffee and chatted for a while and decided to have dinner together later in the evening.

I had audiobooks in my backpack, and a book by Paulo Coelho: Like the flowing river. But there on the beach I had mostly enough to do just listening to the soft murmurs of the small waves crashing against the shore. So the reading was put aside, and still the hours disappeared.

Saturday evening is a day for families to go out together. Every night the close off the main street here around six o'clock, and yesterday it was a lot of people out to drink and eat. Children ran around playing, having a great time.

Dinner with David was great. We were stuffed from all the tasty dishes, and had to sit a long time chatting and nursing our wine before we were able to move again.

I miss my cat! She seems to have disappeared along with her kittens. I am afraid they have done away with them all. But she probably was in great pain, so even though brutal, maybe that would be the best after all. But they could have waited till I left!

Today I went to the beach again. Beginning to get in shape now! But it was much more windy, and I didn't stay so long. Had chicken souvlaki for lunch, with vegetables instead of fried potatoes. That and a beer added up to 8.50, a little bit more than you pay for 0.5 l beer back home. Right now I feel like a siesta!

There is a lot of serious walkers here. They follow the coastal trails as long as possible before changing to buses or boats. But I don't want to have a lot on my agenda. I might go to Efalonissos Beach one day, but then again, maybe another year. This place is for certain a place I have to come back to.

Just walking around in the streets is a pleasure. There are trees and flowers everywhere, and the Mulberry trees they help grow together so they almost form sculptures along the street. Bougainvillas in full bloom, and a lot of other bushes and flowers I don't know the name of.

Enough for now, siestatime!