In Greece I have been woken up by motorbikes, church bells, flies and donkeys braying. But on this island it is screaming mothers and children. Up early to catch a bus to what we have heard is a charming little village. The 9:00 bus never materialized so we had a lemonade and coconut cake for breakfast. It was a 20-minute ride in an oven. We took a walk along the main drag of this small town and bought two pairs of leather sandals for $8. We also bought our ship tickets back to Piraeus. Mom lost her hat and as much as we looked we could not find it. We took the bus back to Paros and I had lunch and Mom a cold beer. Our beds were unmade. I had a siesta until 5 and we went with Susan to the beach for the swim. After a few hours on the beach we headed home.
“Travels to a Different Time” : 19July1973: Paros, Greece: Screaming Kids and Mothers Wake us Up Again!
