Yesterday was Alex's
Nameday (Alex owns
Ferogia, the bar where I am staying) so he invited some of his pals around for a traditional songfest. I have to say there's nothing like a gang of swarthy, hairy Greek men turning up with their lutes to sing a few old favourites under a moonlit night. Sublime really and I felt very honoured to have been invited to their intimate soiree.
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It began around nine o'clock when suddenly out of the dark came all these local Greeks bearing plates of food: octopus spaghetti, eggplant surprise, olives, grilled feta, oven fresh bread, onion dips... There was the man who ran the local supermarket, a fisherman, the local backgammon champion, all descending onto Alex's bar to sing lilting songs about love and the moon. I adored it and was grateful for it too.I had been feeling a bit dislocated from the people after the whole experience with
Hara and seeing their gentle, joyful side was reassuring for me. I met an Athenian couple who told me they would have loved to have had
Hara but they thought she was mine (although the man did righly point out he wondered why I let her sleep on the road sometimes.) I told them her story and they were glad she was home. It was nice to meet them though and to know there were other options out there for her.
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One a side note someone pointed out to me the other day that my eyelashes have turned blonde from the sun. I think it is definitely time to leave the island.