Today I cycled to my most favourite place in the world. Three people slow clapped and cheered as I made it up the final hill (embarrassing, but the closest I will ever get to the tour de France!).
It was worth it to step inside the unique mini market / bar run by Costas – who must be about 208 – and who kindly gave me most of a kitchen roll to mop up my sweat. The only things he seems to sell are kitchen roll and around 37 different varieties of spam. As usual, the local shepherd and a few others were drinking their beers crowded around a small tv and Costas I i talked to each other I our respective languages, neither understanding the other, but both doing a lot of smiling and waving of arms.
I had the most peaceful lemonade outside on a brand new plastic chair he seemed very proud of, watching the boats on the sea through the olive groves. Then another, just so it lasted longer.
I wish you could bottle times like that, and take them out to taste in winter :o)
(the picture is of costas bar/shop)