Your donkey is eating my vegetables


We’ve lived here for 3 years now and our grasp of the Greek language is coming along, although very slowly. In a taverna or restaurant we can order all of our food and drink in pretty good Greek, even if I do say so myself. It’s once the conversation turns to other aspects of village life that we start to struggle.

It’s a little late today, but last night we need the Greek for (you guessed)……

“Your donkey is eating my vegetables!”