Has Spring sprung?

Monday 5th December 

After doing a bit of Greek, and my usual chores, I headed down the road with my sack in hand, gloves on. The clover is even bigger now, but there was a few things to pick up. I found an old plastic tarpaulin and was dragging it behind me, when the metal man I met the other day, stopped beside you. He said something like “hello my friend”. He wanted the tarp, so I popped it in the trunk of the truck. I don’t know how much English he knows, but I tried to explain there was some scrap metal in one of the ruins by the windmills. He said he would pick it up soon. I also said, I was putting metal by the dumpsters. I think he has found some of that, as it’s disappearing ! I will send him a text in Greek. He asked me where I was from, a lot of Greeks know this phrase and use it. 

I carried on down the road, the number of toots and waves I am getting, is getting to epidemic levels now! If anyone asks me why I don’t do other roads, I will be polite and say I can do this road, but I am not spending my days picking up rubbish from other roads. If I see rubbish on a beach, I will remove it but walking roads, and picking up rubbish, especially the first time is very tiring and you have to keep going back to keep it clean. If other roads need doing someone else needs to do it!

Photo interlude - Livadi photo ( it’s Mid teens here at the moment, climbing to twenty by the end of the week)

I have been thinking about my Greek and looking at those seventy words and trying to use them as much as I can.  I want to see Nico and see if he got the money  I wired him for the car hire. I know he lives next door to his car hire business and there was a guy on his balcony. I impressed myself by saying to him in Greek “where is Nico?” He replied Athens, or the Greek word for it, which sounds like our version, so I understood his reply.   

I remembered a thing my Greek friend told me yesterday, that I forgot to pass onto this blog. It’s al about Pomegranate throwing. I don’t consider this a waste as I consider the fruit is overrated! I went into Grans, and used my new Greek words to say I was very hungry and thirsty. They understood me, but gave me a bit of a pronunciation lesson, as usual. Also the word I use  for small, is not really right, I should be using “Mikro” it seems. I went out and sat on a bench on the concrete harbour. There were some men supervised by a lady with a small decorative Christmas hat on, putting up some Christmas decorations. I think they will look better in the dark, when turned on. They were being screwed onto the concrete.

After I had finished my lunch this dog came to say hello.

I did a bit of litter picking by the huge rocks by the ferry area, I think I filled by sack six times and half filled a dumpster. I went into Grans for another drink. This time, I saw fifteen Euros on the  floor where I stood. I picked it up and showed the young lady, who lives up here. I don’t think she believed me I had just found it, but I said I did. She asked a gentlemen who she had just served, I think he said he had lost it. So he got his cash back. I sat out again on the bench. As I walked along the road by the sea, I noticed it has been tidied up, it was covered in sand, left behind by the rain, this has been removed.

I went into the dried river bed which I cleared the other day, as it’s sort of on my patch. I found a couple of items, but it there was something into undergrowth ahead, was it really a…

Yes it was. How strange! I don’t imagine these are native here, as I haven’t seen any more around. Maybe someone threw them out and they have taken root and are happy there. Let’s hope they spread a bit. I walked a bit further, and met the lady who I normally see in her garden up the track. I think she had been on a lunchtime walk. She said Bravo again, and wanted to know where I lived again. We parted company and she went into the industrial estate, where she works? Half way up the track, I took a photo of two dogs, one who usually barks at me. They are in a cage, and during the day, there are chickens running loose. I bet the chickens gos in the cage at night, there are no foxes, but perhaps a stray dog or cat, might be considered a threat?

When I got to the top of the track, by the windmills, the French lady was there, with her husband. I hadn’t got her text, she was going to send me, she said she had had trouble doing so. But she gave it another go and it worked. We are connected. When I got up here I was a bit hot, so had my evening shower early. Time for some R and R.