We were picked up by a charming man in Milos. He packed us into his newish Honda and drove us out of town a bit to his home which had a rentable in-law unit. His house was surrounded by his farm where he grew potatoes, onions, squash, tomatoes, melons, artichokes and peppers- to name a few. Our space had a tiny kitchen and we were excited to cook dinner. When I saw that he had a basket of artichokes he told us to take two. He then gave us zucchini. He promised in the morning he would give us potatoes.
We left our things and walked into town for dinner as the store was closed and we couldn't get ingredients to make anything ourselves. We ordered house white, tzatsiki, bitter greens and a fresh fish from the grill. The tzasiki was sparkly. As it was old. When we told him he suck his finger in it to taste it. Then stuck the same finger in again. He pronounced it just fine and told us it was the vinegar they put it it. Ehw.
The fish was amazing. AMAZING. The local cats seemed to think so as well. They hung around including a pregnant one eyed cat.
We headed home and slept well.
