Koroni

so I am writing blogtext offline in the house, staring to the sunrise from the window - it is about 12C this time in the morning, at 7:30 keep meaning to walk to the beach in my lovely dressing-gown, to flavour the beauty properly, but by the time I get myself together, the sun is golden through the trees, and the sea changed to morning sparkle, from dawn light. Yesterday morning Rosemarie took us first to Petalidi, 12km, the biggish village where they live, even though more than a 1000 people there, it does look like a town to me. A thoroughly greek place, with no sign of any tourist invasion. The once a week Friday fruit-veg market on the beach friendly and not busy, probably the locals already been by that time, after 10. Some exotic vegetables, decent prices, though oranges to juice more expensive than I expected at dio evros per kilo. Had coffee at the local, where they haven't heard of latte or decaf, like in our sophisticated A. Andreas places. Had deep discussion about the politico-economical situation with Rosemarie, who is an economist, and claims to be left and even trot, but somewhot more accommodating to the market economy than we are... we walked up to their place, which is a beautiful and large house, with fantastic views and palm-tree-ful terrace with steps down to the sea, which is a bit stony there but gorgeous. We forgot making fotos there, too busy drinking lemoncello, beer, eating chocolates and looting guitar, carpets and books... Rosemarie declared that she has a free day, as Vassilis is messing with their boat (! yes, a big one, and Alan had firm promise, that when fixed, he's going to be taken out on it) so she took us to Koroni, which is 12km in the other direction from A. Andreas - easy Siklos distance - definitely our weekly hanging out place, easy to get to on the bus, and a mere 12evros by the local taxi. Just look at the fotos. Not showing is the line of tavernas and cafes in the harbour. After walking the monastery and buying Alan a new set of worry-beads from the kindly, jolly and very old nuns, we had a lovely meal of fresh fried calamari (Alan) and pikiliria (my new fav -a mix of lovely tidbits, including roast pork, which is a local top nosh, and all sorts of other things, including a few proper, hand-made chips... the meal, with wine and freshly prssed orange-juice came to 16evros. Alan emerged, now where is the coffee??