Spent 12 hr. in Pittsburg, (the
plane was called back for a fuel filter malfunction light) and missed our
connections, but got a free night and dinner in the Athens Airport Hotel. (My
wife fixed everything.) The rehab work on Kathy’s little 200 yr. old, two-story townhouse is still not finished, but the
work they’ve done is very nice, even better than she’d hoped for. (Pictures to
follow, of course)
Yesterday, Kathy patched me through to wish my father a Happy Birthday from her
favorite seaside café in Agios Konstantios. He was surprised and glad to hear
from us. I sat and talked to Mac, admiring the mountains of Turkey rising up
from the mist of the Aegean Sea, and Kathy sampled a glass of Mythos beer and
relaxed. We moved on to her favorite seaside restaurant for Dinner. Looking
around the restaurant, I noticed that Bill Clinton had been there. Mugging for
someone’s camera, he had been immortalized with his arms around two of the
waitresses. Hillary was not in the picture.
I bought breakfast in the village bakery today, then rode to Karlovasi with Kathy. I snored in the car, while she furniture shopped, and bought house wares. We ate dinner in the village tonight at a four-star restaurant. We had appetizers, salad, entrees, and a carafe of local white wine from the barrel. The bill, with the tip, came to twenty two Euros. We picked peaches, apricots, kiwi fruit, and flowers on our walk home, then had chocolate covered baklava from the bakery for dessert. Kathy is upstairs in her new bed with a cheesy old movie blaring from her laptop computer. It’s her turn to snore.
Yesterday, Kathy patched me through to wish my father a Happy Birthday from her
favorite seaside café in Agios Konstantios. He was surprised and glad to hear
from us. I sat and talked to Mac, admiring the mountains of Turkey rising up
from the mist of the Aegean Sea, and Kathy sampled a glass of Mythos beer and
relaxed. We moved on to her favorite seaside restaurant for Dinner. Looking
around the restaurant, I noticed that Bill Clinton had been there. Mugging for
someone’s camera, he had been immortalized with his arms around two of the
waitresses. Hillary was not in the picture.
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| Kathy's brand new kitchen |
I bought breakfast in the village bakery today, then rode to Karlovasi with Kathy. I snored in the car, while she furniture shopped, and bought house wares. We ate dinner in the village tonight at a four-star restaurant. We had appetizers, salad, entrees, and a carafe of local white wine from the barrel. The bill, with the tip, came to twenty two Euros. We picked peaches, apricots, kiwi fruit, and flowers on our walk home, then had chocolate covered baklava from the bakery for dessert. Kathy is upstairs in her new bed with a cheesy old movie blaring from her laptop computer. It’s her turn to snore.
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