
Mom and I sit together for one last cup of coffee and remember our times together here in Greece with this family who have so generously given us their time and opened up their hearts and home to us. George trys so hard to convey his thoughts to us pondering over each word he speaks. One morning comes to mind. When we first arrived he was not feeling well, and on the third morning he tells me of a problem he has been having. "One of my organs is upsetting me." I sat in stunned silence waiting for which organ it could possibly be. He goes on to say, his stomach is upset . I breath a sigh of relief.
Another day we talk about the driving of people of a "Big age." Of course we will not mention any one in particular at this time.
Chrissa is all things to all people. If you even mention an item or place you would like to have or see, she will say, "It is nothing." She runs for everyone.
On the big market day they close off the streets, and vendors are everywhere.
They sell clothing- which they throw on tables in huge mounds, and one must paw through it to acquire the item wanted-house wares, fish, nuts, and fruits.)
Chrissa went to the market 3 times with 3 different people. She buys us two enormous bags of fresh oregano. We will try to get thru customs with this and hope we are not thrown in jail for its resemblance to marijuana.
She does banking needs, jewlery stores, optical etc. etc. etc. Her mother, who lives below requires a lot of attention as well so it isn't just us that she does for.
(We would like to take her home with us.) We will miss that fresh bread each morning, and the tomatoes will be just a fond memory. On our best day for tomatoes in America they don't hold a candle to the worst tomato from Chrissa's tomato man.
We will now spend the rest of this day packing and trying to put their home back the way we found it. Ellie will prepare one more sumptious meal for us and then it will be time for the long trip home. Our personal taxi driver, Panos, will arrive around 4:00 to take us to the airport. Our first leg of the trip will take us to London, where we will spend the night at an airport Hotel. Onward to home sweet home. We have had a terrific time but there truly is no place like home.
Thaaat's all folks.
We Three
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