We are chasing the end of the season here. In the tiny island of Antiparos, Greece, most of the tourist shops are closed. The scooters for rent have all been put away. The myriad of taverns, cafés, restaurants, and take aways facing the waterfront have closed. A few remain, getting the last of the business, the servers relaxed and tired. The menu placed in your hands is a mere courtesy. What’s listed there is no longer available. Just ask for what is good, or what is being served tonight.
We had very tasty local sausage the other night, grilled over open flame and the glow of coals in the kitchen. It was delicious, and came with bread to sop up the juices. Wine is the one thing that is still plentiful. Well, the house wine, at least. But the house wine is delicious and cheap, so we drink and laugh, try the ouzo, buy fresh pears in the market that never closes. We lay on the beach in the unpredictable weather, windblown one day, and sunburned the next.
End of season in Greece.
Wherever you are, Be There 