My thoughts on living in Molyvos are very neatly summed up by
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”
― Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul
If only my words were so eloquent.
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2 thoughts on “Simple words”
On our first trip to Lesvos I remarked to the guy serving us at “Grande Bleu” Restaurant on Molyvos Harbour that the island was so beautiful & very untouristy. “Ah” he replied “Lesvos does not have tourists, Lesvos has friends. Perhaps you will return?” I replied that we would – & we have, several times now, & will continue to do so.
Christine is so right that Lesvos doesn’t have tourists – just friends.
In the 19 years that we have been visiting Molyvos in spring and autumn, we have made so many lasting friends. A good half of all the emails which drop into the “in” basket nowadays are from friends in Lesvos.
One mischievous character even started sending me emails in Greek when she heard I had been studying rudimentary Greek at night school. I would spend hours laboriously translating into English and it was only after I had slaved away for months that someone just happened to mention the godsend that is Google Translate.
They are friends, too, who don’t forget you. Minutes after Greece scored the winning goal to snatch the Euro 2004 soccer title, we had pictures coming through on email of the amazing celebration scenes on Molyvos harbourside.
On our first trip to Lesvos I remarked to the guy serving us at “Grande Bleu” Restaurant on Molyvos Harbour that the island was so beautiful & very untouristy. “Ah” he replied “Lesvos does not have tourists, Lesvos has friends. Perhaps you will return?” I replied that we would – & we have, several times now, & will continue to do so.
Christine is so right that Lesvos doesn’t have tourists – just friends.
In the 19 years that we have been visiting Molyvos in spring and autumn, we have made so many lasting friends. A good half of all the emails which drop into the “in” basket nowadays are from friends in Lesvos.
One mischievous character even started sending me emails in Greek when she heard I had been studying rudimentary Greek at night school. I would spend hours laboriously translating into English and it was only after I had slaved away for months that someone just happened to mention the godsend that is Google Translate.
They are friends, too, who don’t forget you. Minutes after Greece scored the winning goal to snatch the Euro 2004 soccer title, we had pictures coming through on email of the amazing celebration scenes on Molyvos harbourside.