So no sooner did I say I was done with fried cheese than we went to the amazing Panta Rei for dinner. In my defense, the menu item was not “fried cheese”, they were “cheese croquettes”. Surely it behooved me to see what the difference was between those two dishes? Same cheese in smaller pieces, breaded and deep fried. Heavenly. NOW I’m done with fried cheese! Octopus salad for Mike and another margherita pizza for me (I really like pizza). Both were excellent.
Mike continues to toil at the boatyard. I made a pilgrimage to the big grocery store. It feels treacherous walking down these narrow roads with no sidewalk, but everyone seems to have it figured out.
I wandered to town for lunch today and hung out by the public wharf to watch a couple boats park. I still can’t believe the setup: all the boats drop their anchor and back into a spot. It is not uncommon to try and pick up your anchor and find you have caught someone else’s. We actually watched a guy deal with that situation last night and he handled it pretty well. Personally, I’m nervous, but I guess we’ll figure it out. CM says there are a bunch of youTube videos on the topic, so I better get studying.
Last night Mike had just fallen asleep when I checked in with the Masters. I woke him up at 1:30am when Sergio tied it up again toward the end. Couldn’t get video but managed to find an audio feed–so happy for that guy! I always feel bad for great athletes who get stuck with that “best blah blah to never win a blah blah” (poor Dan Marino…).
And now, some animals. Check out these doggies on patrol, they were so funny waaaay up on their perches barking.
I love the cat! Looks the hooded-evil-genius “Dr Felinax”:
“Humans … I’d kill you all if the thought didn’t bore me to tears.”