We are back in Platania after our long day trip yesterday.
The dark clouds that rained on us periodically yesterday have opened today to pour buckets.
This didn’t bother me in the least because after walking more than I really wanted, to the monastery on the island of Palio Trikeri, I spent all day tanked up on pain relief recovering in bed.
Himself and the kids spent the day at our in-laws holiday home, lazing under their covered balcony out of the rain, the kids playing cards and painting stones and the adults with wine, nibbles and gossip.
For me at least the day was gone before I knew it and next thing I know Himself has popped in to take me out for dinner. Luckily it’s dry again now and the heat has dried out most of the puddles already.
The four of us head to the beach-front in the car and look for a restaurant that’s open. We go into one that looks like it might be (there’s even a cat sleeping in a chair by the door) but we try the handle to find it locked and head to a little place almost next door.
This is a retrospective post about our October 2012 travels to Greece and because we are almost literally some of the last tourists here, and the season is almost officially over, many restaurants have shut their doors already for the winter months.
Kiwi Daughter has developed a new-found liking for fried squid (only because it’s one of the few things her fussy cousin loves) and instead of stealing a piece or two of his to sample, as has been her want so far, is now brave enough to order a plate of her own for the first time.
I order fired fish that I really hope is the same as the delicious meal we had on Palio Trikeri, and when it comes it’s very similar in style but nowhere near the quality I’d been dreaming about.
That’s not to say it wasn’t tasty, it was just in a lower league of flavour.
Little Mr. settled on a large plate of plain no-frills cucumber, a good raid on the bread and a plate of french fries and Himself went for fish cutlets.
Somebody else’s temporarily abandoned toys provided ample entertainment for Little Mr. until his food arrived and afterwards he ventures over the deserted road to look at boats.
All of a sudden there is a cloudburst and the pelting rain sends him ssquealing and scurrying back to the restaurant for cover. After dinner we drove Kiwi Daughter back to our in-laws and then headed back to our own accommodation for an early night. Little Mr. settled into his bed with a book and was tired enough that he didn’t even complain.