Amarandi went off to Hyphenology, a summer program for English-speaking high school kids in Sigri, Lesvos. She called me up excited because one of the kids is the son of Bruce Johnston of the Beach Boys. She was watching the Euro-cup with
the other kids last night at my favorite fish taverna in Sigri, one of my favorite places in Greece. I am here in Kea with Andrea and my mother-in-law who is suffering from vertigo and a compulsion to make sure I have everything I want which drives me crazy.
Kostis and Marcie at Red Tractor Farms are opening their new guesthouse on Friday but as of today they still have no electricity, gas or water. But they feel confident that everything will be turned on by Wednesday even though this has been going on for weeks. The rooms are beautiful and anyone will be happy there.
Andrea just came in and showed me 4 eggs that she had gotten from the supermarket. They were perfectly round balls of bright orange yoke and the shells were so hard she had to hit them several times to open them. The last eggs I got in the states the shells were so brittle they practically fell apart in my hands and the eggs inside bore no resemblance to the Greek eggs. Did you ever get the feeling that American food lacks mineral content? I have been eating vleeta
(boiled wild greens-domesticated actually but originally wild) every night at Rolandos and my finger and toe nails are so hard I can barely cut them (or chew them).