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Flies of Pelion

All the tavernas (restaurants) in Greece have their seating outside and in the Pelion region where we are, the seating is right on the water. Incredible sea views and the beauty is simply magical.

That magic, however, soon dissipates as the flies start to appear. First one, then two, then three. Where do they come from I wonder? Nowhere to be seen one minute and everywhere the next minute.

When the food appears their friends join them. Incessantly landing on you as you attempt to swat them away. No longer can you enjoy the view as your attention is drawn to keeping them away from your delicious meal.
I turn to Carole and say, “I feel like a horse in a field”.

Mind you this also happens on the beach, while sitting on the patio outside ones accommodation, or just standing for too long taking in the sunset.
Is it just me that finds this so annoying?
I look around and no one else is swatting at flies. Am I the only person with flies around them?

As an American, I wonder why don’t the Greeks utilize fly traps? I am left feeling perplexed and frustrated.


Language barrier

There are 6,500 languages in the world today. Amazing when I think about it. How did they come to be I wonder? Making oneself understood in ones own language can be frustrating at times let alone trying to communicate in a different country.

So here we are in Milina Greece having a coffee in a small taverna when along comes the fish man in his truck calling out on his loud speaker his catch for the day. I run out to stop him and call out to Carole to come look. In his styrofoam ice chest are three different types of small fish. We selected the fish we wanted, which I believe he called Gavros, but I’m not sure. Now that I Googled “Gavros” I see they are a European anchovy, not something I would have chosen had I known at the time. We pointed and asked for six little fish by showing on our hands six fingers, but we were given handfuls instead. The whole time we are trying to say “no” “thank you, no more” in our startled voices and hand gestures. In the end the blue plastic bag he gave us contained a whopping 45 fish! An amazing deal at only €5, but where did we go wrong with our attempt at communicating? Language barriers are frustrating yet funny when traveling abroad.

By the way, the fish were delicious and provided us with four exceptional meals. For a fantastic Greek experience, there is nothing quite like buying Mediterranean fish from the fisherman that caught them that morning and cooking them for dinner that night. Greek food is fresh, local, and healthy. How it should be!