Tours of Molyvos

Our only diversion yesterday was some shopping for little things to bring home. We were already overweight with our luggage on the way here and we had to pay extra, so that curtails too much trinket accumulation. In one shop where I went to buy an old photograph of Molyvos, the shopkeeper announced that he must educate my son. So he hauled us in to look at trilobite fossils and insisted on writing the dates down on shopping bags. He proudly showed us his protection against the evil eye and insisted that it was not for sale not $100, not $200, not $300… we got the point. I was all for buying all of the things to protect you – being of a superstitious nature myself.
Kyr was most pleased with his purchase of a primitive slingshot. He has all sorts of plans for the thing to aid in his movies, and my limits are not dissuading him in the least. Joop has fulfilled his fantasy and finally has a shirt made in Greece that he can use for all of his dancing.

The sea was too rough for snorkeling, just the pool. I felt too tired all day to do much. The thing about the second week is a looming sense of your departure. It is funny, the first week it seems almost limitless the trip, and then you hit the cusp and you realize, this is the last Saturday here etc. It is a lot of pressure to see it all and do it all in the second week.

Hardly any word from home except intrepid Sandra. It makes writing a blog not as communicative. I send words out into the void and don’t get much back. Oh well it is not wasted because I will have a good journal of our adventures when I get back.