It was carnival weekend in Greece, and Symi held an all-day celebration in the harbour, with, it looked like, Disco as the theme. Lots of youngsters dressed as disco divas and John Travoltas, music from that era, belly dancing, and later, fireworks. There are some videos courtesy of Symi TV over on the Symi Dream Facebook page.
(I still have no idea who that was.)
Up in the village, we had the boys around for dinner to celebrate their mother’s recent birthday, Neil made a trifle in a handbag, of course, Harry played the piano for his mum (brilliantly, though I say so myself), Sam melted into the sofa after several non-stop days working in the café which has been packed, by all accounts, and we all had a jolly good laugh.
There was a trifle inside including jelly, cream, custard and cake. Bonkers.
It wasn’t so much of a fun weekend for this 36.2 kilo fish Manoli and his mates caught on Sunday, nor for the lobster or the eel-like creature that was also on display in the village square. We saw it while on our way to dinner at Georgio’s where the BBQ was alight, the tzatziki was the most garlicy I’ve even known, and the prices were more than reasonable.
Now, with the weather warming, it’s Clean Monday, the start of Lent, and the start of a new week. It’s already turning out to be a sociable one what with three piano sessions booked in and a dinner invite at the weekend, walking to do (starting tomorrow), and only three chapters left to go of my next first draft, I have plenty to be getting on with on this bank holiday.
