“Travels to a Different Time” : 14July1973: Ios, Greece: Wild Bill Continues to Be a Pain in The Ass: Dinner With Maria the Lesbian

Wild Bill’s puke has a terrible smell to it so I slept out in the porch and was ravaged by mosquitos. Must have had twenty bites on my hands. Thank God no malaria in Greece…hopefully. Watched the sunrise. Am I a dreamy hippie? I headed down to the village below and bought eggs, just baked bread and some incredible Ios honey. Mom cooked up a mess of eggs which we had with warm bread Ios honey and orange juice. Who needs bacon and eggs! We just chilled out and read until 2 when we went down to the village beach. Up the hill to shower and head out for cocktails. I feel like Holden Caulfield in “Catcher of the Rye” saying “cocktails” but it was a beer for me and ouzo for Mom. Cool a minor (by one month) drinking a beer with my Mom. We met up with Maria (and her sweetheart) a Greek lesbian for dinner at the “windmill restaurant”. My God in Europe German POW’s, interpreter for Canadian liberators of Holland, prostitutes, Turkish conmen and many nefarious characters. I am living “Casablanca”. In any case we ate like kings for about $1.25 each. After dinner Mom went up to the windmill and performed her gurgling windmill impression. We had an ice cream on the way home and the puker Wild Bill had his friends over in the room playing guitar and smoking something I think was not tobacco. It took them an hour to clear out. Damn stupid pukehead.