So yesterday, I wasn’t sure if I was sickening, I woke up this morning feeling fully better… it was short lived however.
We went down to the beach, I read on my tummy, Leon did his usual in and out routine (of the sea!), and on sitting back up, my tummy started cramping high up again, reminding me of those times you know you are about to have a ‘bowt’ of the craps. The headache started back, the nausea, the fatigued dizziness. So after an hour & a half we head back to the apartment. Leon seems unsure what to do & keeps asking me what’s wrong, which begins to get on my nerves. So I send him back off to enjoy the beach, while I lay in the cool tranquility of the bed, watching a few videos and napping.
At about 2pm, I text Leon to say, next time he’s dry, would he mind popping back with some pizza (as it seemed to settle my symptoms last night, & I was getting hungry).
An hour or so later, he arrives with pizza & we enjoy that together, before splitting off again. I really don’t want him to miss his last chance to swim in the sea, and bask in the sun. So that works.
He came back again about 5pm ish, and we get showered and pop to the supermarket to grab a few bits for the journey, and some more hair dye, as the vibrant red, is looking sad, and I want to get ready for Autumn now.
I chose a red squirrel kinda colour, of a light coppery brown, and we got a few bits for the travel back home tomorrow.
I still feel a bit peaky, but determined to try to have one last meal at our Taverna, and I don’t feel THAT bad. Just not wonderfully hungry, but everytime I’ve eaten, it’s made me feel better.
I chose a lasagne & Leon had moussaka. I asked for a ginger beer and the woman looked at me gone out. So I had line soda, which also confused them, as they bought the lime juice out in a shot glass and a can of tonic water!
When the food came out, the two dishes looked identical. She had took a wild guess and got them muddled. So we took a small piece of each other’s and then switched. I didn’t like the lasagne as it was very salty, but Leon LOVED it. So back we switched! Haha! She’s got it right after all.
Our ladies name was Ritza & she is the owner & a very sweet lady. She had a man (I think called Andreas), that at first, we thought seemed arrogant, but turned out alright. He explains in half German, ‘I see you with my easel’… huh? ‘The easel in Lindos a few days ago’… ‘ where you from?’… Ritza explains we are English and it’s donkey. Oh Essel! Essel is donkey… it comes back to me. In Lindos, two ‘donkey leaders’ were passing in one of the narrow winding streets, and we were stuck in the middle. The woman of the two, rudely stated she needed to get passed, and barged her way, donkeys, passengers and all! The other man (now we know is one of the waiters), said to her slow down, it’s fine, no need to rush, and smiled and waved at us. He had sunglasses and a hoodie on, and of course, out of context, we would never have expected to see him there! So he does 3-4hr in the blazing heat midday sun, marching donkeys topped with tourists up and down the acropolis (very steep!), and then goes and does waiting work 6-10pm ish!!! The man must be a machine. Ritza explains cos tourists only there 6mth a year, they work every hour, and then take 6mth off (as no work), so like a squirrel!
Squirrel hair, don’t care! 
Lots of cats getting fed And another 🙂
