Dear Mother: I am sitting in an open-air café trying goat’s milk for the first and last time. It must be 90 degrees but there is a lovely breeze blowing. We arrived on the island of Crete at 3:30 p.m. yesterday after 7 hours on deck on a very rough ocean. Both Robert and IContinue reading “: Travels of My Mother: 23July1971: St. Nicholas, Crete, Greece: Surly and Grasping Cretans”
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