ÃÛÑ¿´«Ã½

Well the boy did me proud, a flight, a room, food and all the wine I could drink - well almost - and me a small drinker too.
Those Greeks have got the measure of this work - life ballance off to a T.
Before the sun gets too hot a quick look at the sheep and goats then inside for a quick snooze. Then food and drink, then perhaps another snooze and then, without rushing or fretting, another look at the stock.
Nothing too taxing you understand, all conducted at a gentle pace.
They have one or two good tales to tell as well - not unlike our friends over there on the mainland with the Loch Ness thingy.
The Caves of Zeus and a 2000 year old tree where Zeus and his girlfriend were caught ..... well you know the thing. I couldnt see any carving on the tree, you know the sort of thing I mean, Zeus loves Europa 2000BC.
Nothing - not even a heart carved on the tree.
An old boy sat in a nearby taverna asked me in broken English ( his English was better than my Greek) when he knew where I was from, "Didnt I have some story about a monster from the deep, which brought coach loads of people to look?".
He laughed and sipped another sip of his Raki - that stuff would strip the paint off an old chair leg.
I did wonder whether it also had something to do with the incredible number of lines on his face. I would never know the answer to that one, the guide blew his whistle and we all climbed back on the coach to see yet more antiquities - or were they?