What’s on the menu?
Saturday morning and I was pottering around the kitchen. I can’t remember exactly what I was doing (although I can remember things from 40 years ago), I think I was making yet another cup of tea. I became aware of voices in the street. The road is only a couple of feet away through a stone wall, admittedly, but you can hear everything people are saying via the kitchen window, or even the bathroom walls, depending on what you are doing and where you are – and being aware that the people outside can probably hear me too. I because more interested when I realised the voices weren’t Greek, so I hung around the fridge door from where I can see out of the window to the lane. It’s only a small window and needs cleaning, so I didn’t take a photo. After a couple of seconds, I recognised a man leading a party of chatty, active… tourists. Maybe I should invite them in for a cup of tea? I thought. Then thought, No, I won’t, there are about 40 of them. The guide was a chap I recognise from the season, he brings tour groups over from Rhodes, walks them up to the village, shows them around a bit and then leaves them to find their way back, giving them the choice of where they stop to eat, drink or whatever. So, I can safely say that I saw the first organised day trip to Symi, 2019, passing the house and in the village on March 16th.
Saturday afternoon was a lazy one. Tearing myself away from writing, I spent a couple of hours sofa surfing and watching dodgy TV. Well, it’s Netflix so not that dodgy, but it was what I call lunchtime viewing; something to chew over while chewing over whatever was for lunch. A reality-style cooking competition between families (we like cooking competitions), and a series about college-aged werewolves and magicians or something. A bit of a “Harry Potter meets Charmed, meet Bewitched, meets every other teen-shape-shifter series with cute boys and slim girls and where the chubby person is only the comedy sidekick and gets killed off before anyone can be turned off by a normal looking person because, after all, every high school student, college student and their parents are all chisel-cheeked models, and one in ten characters is gay, one in five of a non-WASP character and everyone has an agent trying to get them into films” – that kind of TV show.
That done and time off had (and instantly forgotten), we met a friend for drinks and dinner, first at the Rainbow Bar where we were joined by a certain old chum (see photo below) before going to the taverna to eat. If you were wondering what’s available at Giorgio’s in the winter, on Saturday, there was an extensive menu for this time of year. Between three, we ordered a Greek salad (big enough of six), some taramasalata, bread, wine, water, two plates of pork pieces in sauce with potatoes and a plate of cod also with potatoes, and there was far too much to finish it all. €17.50 each. It was enough for us to invite some of the tour group from the morning, but they’d gone by then. We left there at 9.30 by which time Rainbow was closed, and headed home. Sunday dawned around six o’clock, sunny, no wind which had been persistent and cold the day before, and with the godson coming to lunch, lots to prepare. That was my weekend, up to Sunday morning at least. I hope you had a good one.
