Post by dennisn on Jul 2, 2018 7:43:55 GMT
Dawned beautifully with a slight breeze. We rose very early and set off to the beach at 7:30am and got there in a 20 minute walk. The sea was a bit choppy and big girl's blouse was very much the order of the day - Vera was straight in as usual, but I was compelled to get my parts stricken by freezing water in small sections, until the waves forced me to avoid them by getting in. Bracing. Well, cold enough to feel glowing from it. The waves were strong enough to limit us to two ups and downs of the beach, enough effort to equate to our usual five or six.
Back at Villa Maria, we each had our chosen breakfasts, only this time I increased mine to four digestive biscuits with tomato and finished off with a peach from the fridge, so ripe and delicious the juice was running down my chin, so I had to eat it bending over the sink!
WE went into town on the tall thin smiling bus conductor's bus. He recognised us and greeted us enthusiastically. In town, we meandered gently from Acropolis stop down Papadiamantis street, calling into a few of our favourite shops, again being greeted by recognition and friendliness. Vera bought a dress and so did I - not for myself, but for her as thanks for bringing me here. I bought myself some sandals which I wear without socks because I'm a modern (slim) person. As I sat outside one shop, along came a man who I invited to join me at the chair other side of the table. He spoke quite good English, very slowly and explained he's a fisherman. He strongly recommended that when we want Kalamari, we order Thrapsalo, Skiathos kalamari, because if you don't, you get stuff imported from Africa, not a patch on the taste of Skiathos ones.
At Plateia sandwich shop, the boy proprietor has changed routine and now does nights, so we had to make do with another nice boy. The proprietor boy's wife was there though and greeted us warmly and also called her daughter out of Tries Hierarches to come shake my hand and say hallo.
On the Bourtzi, there was much changed staff, with only three we knew from before, one of whom had treated my pathetic Greek last time, so we had to avoid his tables.
That night, Salt and Pepper was our usual second meal and we found the place completely different, totally new staff. Not realising the menu had also changed, we declined it and said we know what we want - I had ribs (enormous, delicious). Vera ordered Kalamari with jacket potato and salad (as usual). But they had no idea what a jacket potato was and Vera tried to explain how to do it, but obviously their English wasn't up to it. That was the first failure. The main failure, however, was Vera's worst nightmare - not kalamari crispy rings, but a whole one lying on the plate giving her the eye. She ate most of it, but only because she has a stronger stomach than I.
Once again, I had forgotten to take my Omeprazole tablet and paid the price that night in bed!!