Dear Barb:
You would never believe the setting. I am sitting at an outdoor café with just two tables with a fat Greek lady clothed in head to toe in black with a black scarf all around her head and neck.
We were invited by a lady, Poppy, to visit her in a small village in Karpathos. We arrived before she was home so we sat in the village coffee shop. She arrived and we got into a bus and went to a peculiar place to swim. The women are on one side of the harbour and the men on another. The older women are behind the rocks some in their bathing suits and some in their dresses. It is another world and I love it.
Poppy’s husband then came with two donut buns hard as a brick. We then took the bus to her home and it a terrifying ride if you look down to a sheer drop. I just prayed and we made it.
We went to a Greek party in the village with many young people. The mothers and girls were sitting in one room and the men in another room. I think Greek men must think American and Greek girls are so bad. There are few good-looking men but they all have short, tidy and neat hair and many are university students.
I can’t stay in the water too long here as I have a terrible burn on my upper legs. It really hurts. With the dry heat the back has been perfect so it will be Greece or Spain for me in my old age. But the bread here is making me fatter. You really have to watch them here at restaurants as they know I am a tourist they will overcharge me and they must think I am a millionaire.
Love Mum
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