Relos and Other Folks

My first thought on our way to Xavia (Chania) from mum's village is do I really have to go back to Oz? I mean... do I reeeeeeally!???!??!?!?!!

The weather has been phenomenal. Hot (30's), a little humid, but lovely. A real summer feeling. The harbour glisenes bright blue. The old houses seem to be teetering on their foundations ready to tople but are probably more stable and sturdy than your typical Masterton. The breeze off the ocean cools the sweat on our skin that develops whenever we decide to head outside for a walk.

Every man and his dog that we've met walking through the narrow, old town streets has stopped, had a chat, given us some local tips and waved us off like we were friends from way back.

We've sat in local cafes, a different one every day (I've redeveloped a taste for Greek Coffee; metrio of course) and ended up chatting to the owners just to pass the time. Mum even spent time at the Old Jewish Synagogue in Chania telling the curator her first hand story about one of the last remaining Jews after the Nazis rounded the rest of them up and put them on a boat headed for Athens and God knows onto where from there! His job was to collect as many stories as posible to piece together the story of Greek Jews on Crete. It was a really interesting afternoon.

Breakfast is at 9-10am... lunch if we can be bothered is around 3-4pm and dinner... if we are unable to fob of the relos and are still awake is at 11-12pm!!! And we walk and walk and walk.

Do I really have to go back?

Chat soon.

Cheers!
Tina x