It's been very hot and humid in Greece this July. Summer in Greece is an experience that you tolerate... or...you wilt.
As the sun rises out of the sea, the village of Poulithra wakens. The sound of the baker hawking baked goods from his truck is heard wafting over my balcony...
...as I take my cup of tsai apo tin vouno (wild mountain tea), read The International Herald Tribune, enjoy the regional sheep's milk yogurt with thyme honey and biscosti from the best bakery around.
The salty silky water beckons me to this secluded beach for a healing swim.
Then hunger beckons, which calls for a little horiataki salad, calamari and stuffed peppers and tomatoes by the seaside...
...with a good friend...
...under the shade of an olive tree...
...or umbrellas of the village taverna.
Then siesta time back at my room during the heat of midday...
...only to repeat this pattern in the evening at another beach...
...only to return to my room with a view of grandmother moon setting over the mountains and call it a night.
Kalinichta Poulithra. Avrio will be another immersion course in relaxation.
