Thursday

DAY 71

Tuesday 20 September 2011

After Charles took his morning constitutional to get the daily loaf of bread, coffee was made and breakfast eaten. Out for a drive with Robyn, we ran into Nikos, her neighbor. "Is it time to come pick the grapes?" she asked. " Not today, I think tomorrow", he said. Greek island life was like that. People dropped in and if you weren't there they'd sit and wait a few hours and maybe they'd see you and maybe not. Someone says I'll come by in the morning, and maybe they do, or maybe in the afternoon, or maybe tomorrow, and you're either there or not. And no one gets bothered that "an appointment" was missed, or someone didn't do what they said when they said... exactly. That's just. The way. It is. It ain't LA, it ain't New York. Thank god.
Charles went with David to the pharmacia and got some foot spray. (Do you really need to know this?) What is interesting is that pharmacies in Europe seemed to be run by people with degrees who really know their stuff. It was almost like a visit to the doctor. After a couple of visits, any of our fears about being able to get what we needed medically on this trip were alleviated. Viva la pharmacia!

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