Crete: day 6

We hobbled downstairs for breakfast with Koko, a 20-year-old African Gray, and the mascot of the Hotel Daskalogiannis.

The most difficult task of the day: deciding where to have lunch.
Wherever we ate in Crete, there were cats. Patient cats. Cats who were grateful for a skrid of rabbit or a piece of pork. Cats who have by now probably boarded that last ferry for Sfakia where they'll spend the winter in warmth and comfort.
And in the golden light of evening...

we discussed where to eat dinner.
Labels: Greek cats, Greek food, Loutro
1 Comments:
How gorgeous - you can see the lateness of the season in the light. I bet you appreciated every moment of your rest day a little extra, after the grueling downhill hike. (And as I recall, what goes down must come back up, in the reverse grueling hike... staying tuned for that post, and sending you retroactive sympathy.)
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home