The Magic of Greece

Today I made a contact with a local embodiment of the father of the Greek bride from "My Big Fat Greek Wedding". I was lazing on the beach, munching on cherries and wondering about a poor hermit crab who I had spooked after unsuspectingly grabbing hold of his home - silly me, I thought it was just a shell! :) He approached me with a big grin and broke into unpretentious conversation about the miracle of his skin (he had never used sunscreen) and the discriminating little fish who only nibble on females. The conversation took turns and lead to my confessing my profession. To which he said, "Ah! Medical translator. I see, I see. You know, in that case, you must know Greek. Because no medical translator in their right mind could forget that Everything medical comes from Greece. So there, do you speak Greek? Not even a little? That's a pity. But you are ok. Everybody who comes to Greece are ok. Good place, yes? Right, don't put that sunscreen in your mouth now, this is not for eating. Bye-bye." ... How could you not have a totally fantastic day after that? :D

This lovely spot was hiding at the road bend from Achillon to Benitses, waiting to treat me to cum-quat, a genuinely corfiot fruit, used in many ways - jams, liquors, perfumes, candy; and crystallized almonds that won my heart at the first bite. Main attraction was the alcohol, of course, of which there were so many varieties that my head was spinning. Finally, grabbed several bottles of booze (mainly variations of ouze or com-quat liquor, of course) for friends, box of sugary almonds for self, and headed down the winding road to my current home away from home, escorted by sounds that made me feel as if I was at a cicada pub an hour before closing time... This island is Magical. My heart sings here, together with intoxicated bugs. :)