At the shop next to the cafe I was having my breakfast with Greek coffee and maybe a raki (a traditional spirit made of distilled grapes), or two... or three... or... anyways, there was a lady sitting with her friends, gossiping about village matters. Her name was Irene and I took the time to meet her. She was a very sweet lady, but the next day you would probably have to re-introduce yourself to her. She even gave me a piece of advice.
A full day in Anogia, blog story by Georgios Tatakis