Nestlings almost above the table in a sea-
A moussaka on the left for me, and, on the right, something nice for James.
Valentina, Michael, and their mother Marcela.
On the left is a Kleftiko, or lamb on the bone. I’ve never had it before cooked in
foil, bit was very nice. I think James is having a steak with a nice tomato-
On the left we have Michael with his drink. He prefers coca-
We are sitting in the garden of the Taverna of the Cross, which is on the west side of the island, about half way down. Getting here had been rather a challenge as we took a wrong turn, mea culpa, I suppose, which actually was worth doing because it took us to some spectacular mountainous and curvy roads leading down to a tiny harbour. When we got a bit nearer to the place we knew we were going in the right direction at last, because we could see an enormous cross on the highest point of the hill, with this taverna lying just a little below it. We are examining the menu, not to have yet another enormous meal, but just to get an innocent little cup of coffee, which was my choice, and whatever the others wanted.
We had visited this place three years before, and I had taken some remarkable shots from standing in the viewpoint which you can just see behind Michael. I have included these shots on another page.
It is our last evening and we have gone down to the village for our evening meal.
Valentina is having her usual pork chop, or similar. She has a lovely smile, which
she knows makes me happy. Michael is playing with his x-