Magic Jewball

The time stamp on this will say something like 3:30 or 4am but here it’s breakfast time as I sit at a cafe in Syntagma Square in Nafplio sipping Nescafe frappe which is exactly what it sounds like. There is no brewed iced coffee here, only this frothy whipped iced instant. It’s better than you’d think and the proprietor here already knows me and gets my frappe going when he sees me.

See that’s the fun thing about sticking around the same small, pretty town for several days. I no longer get lost at all and know which are the best routes to take anywhere. I am supposed to go to Epidavros today to see a stunning ancient theater but I’m already thinking of skipping it and hanging around here some more. I’ll see how I feel when my breakfast arrives.

Here’s the funnest thing about this town, by the way. There are a ton of churches but you can hear the bells of two of them from my pension. I know it is two because one has its clock set wrong and ding-dongs two minutes after the other. This is especially delightful in the middle of the night.

This morning there was also a marching band at 8am. I caught up with them as I passed the church on the way to breakfast. They stood lined up in formation in front of the open doors, idly, as the priest gave his sermon. Even though it was in Greek, I knew it was the sermon. After attending religious services all your life, you just know. I couldn’t help imagining the priest as the one from the Seinfeld episode where George tries to convert to Latvian Orthodoxy. I didn’t think it was a good idea to teeheehee right in front of the marching band and the church so I kept moving.

In other news, remember my sunburn on top of another sunburn? Yes, you guessed it, now that it’s gone there is a new one to add to the picture. Apropos of nothing, today I bought a new bucket hat.

Well, that’s all for now. Weather is here, wish you were beautiful!

PS, I’m not responsible for any spelling errors in this post, the CrackBerry has no spell check.