The call of 'patátes, ntomátes, rodákina, pepónia, angoúri,''potatoes, tomatoes, peaches, melons, cucumber,' in a rough Cretian Greek, from the man-in-a-van doing his morning round, has a musicality in its right, and wine that is syphoned from the barrel and sold in (our) re-cycled water bottles and the White Mountain water already bottled, feta cheese that comes in brick thick blocks and olives also in barrels (additional herbs, thyme, basil, fennel, grow wild by the side of the road), means you can live very frugally and very well in Crete. Just turn up with a notebook, a pencil and a smile (no pants required, it was a waste of time packing mine - Americans and Australians might read that differently from others, ah well, there is no ambiguity, neither kind needed). Yesterday was another walk in paradise and nothing much more needs to be said except, patátes, ntomátes, rodákina, pepónia, angoúri...'
The call of 'patátes, ntomátes, rodákina, pepónia, angoúri,' 'potatoes, tomatoes, peaches, melons, cucumber,' in a rough Cretian Greek, from the man-in-a-van doing his morning round, has a musicality in its right, and wine that is syphoned from the barrel and sold in (our) re-cycled water bottles and the White Mountain water already bottled, feta cheese that comes in brick thick blocks and olives also in barrels (additional herbs, thyme, basil, fennel, grow wild by the side of the road), means you can live very frugally and very well in Crete. Just turn up with a notebook, a pencil and a smile (no pants required, it was a waste of time packing mine - Americans and Australians might read that differently from others, ah well, there is no ambiguity, neither kind needed). Yesterday was another walk in paradise and nothing much more needs to be said except, patátes, ntomátes, rodákina, pepónia, angoúri...'
