Cravings

Next morning, we left Thessaloniki and drove to Vergina, where there was nothing to see because it was all locked up for the Winter, and to Pella, where the museum was open. The highlights here were the mosaics.

The museum here was good with its beautiful mosaic of lion hunting. Wouldn’t mind it on my floor at home.

We drove to a pretty town by the sea called Volos. We found a nice place called the Parks Hotel and settled in. Lyn demanded milk so off I went that evening to find milk. It seemed NOTHING was open until after walking for an eternity I finally I found a fast food place. The girl behind the counter spoke no English but understood my request for γάλα (gala). Then came more confusion – the gist of it was – how much gala did I want? Then my 15 word Greek vocabulary came to the rescue ... μικρό (mikro)! She supplied a cupful and I walked back to the hotel warmed, despite the weather, by my success as a hunter-gatherer. Back at the hotel Lyn pronounced the milk “off”. Back to reality...

Volos

That night we agreed that we would drive back to Athens the next day. There was no point in dragging out the agony – Lyn was too ill to be driving around. She would be better off in Athens. She wasn't just craving milk. She wanted to go home.