Friday rain and thunder. 💦⚡️⚡️

Here we go another afternoon watching the rain come down. We did get to Vasiliki for lunch but boy timing again: we got back to the hotel seconds before the heavens opened.

Ah! Flowers in the sun. Remember the sun?
Ah! Flowers in the sun. Remember the sun?

Above is one of Mary’s from yesterday.  And not to be outdone one of mine of flowers and the sea.

Yes, sun on the water.
Yes, sun on the water.

The lunch in the pouring rain was at least under shelter!

My did it pour.
My did it pour.
The Whitebait was delicious and so fresh.
The Whitebait was delicious and so fresh
Whitebait? Did somebody say whitebait?
Whitebait? Did somebody say whitebait?
Saganaki, the whitebait, some Greek chips and even a plate of Beetroot.
Saganaki, the whitebait, some Greek chips and even a plate of Beetroot.

We drove back in fairly light rain, walked from the car to the hotel in the dry but then once inside you could hardly see the mountains the other side of the bay.

Is that land or a mirage?
Is that land or a mirage?
Well that table won't need washing, that's for sure.
Well that table won’t need washing, that’s for sure.

The meal in the hotel last night was delicious and I swear I ate the best plate of home made Moussaka, I have ever tasted in all my visits to Greece over the years. I told the chef so and he was delighted. Oh yes, and fairly early this morning before it all went horribly wrong, we discovered how the whole hotel looks SO clean and smart all the time.

The secret cleaners go about keeping everywhere Spick and Span.
                                                    The secret cleaners go about keeping everywhere Spick and Span.

Tomorrow is allegedly going to be sunny and dry. Fingers crossed. May the Greek god of time ‘Kronos’, continue to look after us. Take care M & M

Happy Friday!

A quick update. It’s pouring with rain. The lovely lady who serves at breakfast has told us the weather in England is much better. So one shot from the balcony and one shot of the other laugh from yesterday: the menu. Clock the third line down. I wonder if I might just get a job as a proof reader. Na’h it would stop everyone laughing and we can’t have that now, can we?

Bugga! As they say down under.
Bugga! As they say down under.
Two cow shops please, with fries.
Two cow shops please, with fries.

So more later. Take care M & M