My boat and bus rides were nauseating with lurches, fumes and sharp turns upsetting my stomach so that upon arrival, I looked for a bakery to get a loaf of plain white bread. Wandering into the first one I found, the baker shyly gave me the small loaf I asked for free – delightful surprise! He also showed me around his tiny place that seems all oven. Loaves of all sorts, some shaped into long, straight sticks, some round and some like doughnuts were placed in the waist-high opening. He used a long handled, flat paddle made of wood to move the loaves around and remove them from the oven, all with a speed and deftness that comes with years and years of repetition. He puts out 400 loaves a day and I could see why – his hands moved like quicksilver over the dough. He grinningly told me his hands are good for massages. I said I was grateful for the bread thank you very much and left before he offered proof of his other talent. Greek bread is delicious, but it gets stale so quickly it’s only good on the day it’s baked. I ate it in huge chunks while walking, feeling much better.
Now in Delphi, the place where I’m staying has hot showers. Oh Bliss! I had a gloriously long one tonight, but started missing you too much and ended up crying while the water cascaded over me. I get an odd degree of satisfaction crying in the shower. But I cried so much one my contact lenses fell out. Miraculously I found it on the floor and popped it into my mouth until I could get to a mirror to put it back in my eye. How unromantic!
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