I also missed out my usual Greek language gaffe. We ended most evenings in one of the cafes enjoying a sticky sweet, a campari fisiko (for Herself) and a Metaxa 3 star ordered confidently in my (ahem) fluent Greek. One evening my order resulted in not one 3-star brandy but 3 brandies. Herself saved me from myself by drinking one. Fortunately Metaxa is always kind to me and never gives me hangovers.
We also spent time sneering (not envious, obviously) at the huge small-liner-size gin-palace motor yachts (I would say ouzo-palace but the largest was UK registered- I wonder who owns Vangelio 2?)with the patrons (not recognised as celebs by us)being waited on hand and foot by lackeys while alongside the quay in full view of the tavernas. I mentioned the Greek tax authorities who've only just noticed how in a nation of shipowners and enterpreneurs, only a few claim to earn over 50,000 euros a year. Houses on Kea with sea frontage were in the million euro and upwards bracket.
RtS