Last day

At long last today!

After checking out we had time to kill before our evening flight home. We decided to drive out to Glyfada, a ritzy suburb on the Saronic Gulf. We had the address Jim and Vicky had given us so we thought we would try to visit. We found it OK and knocked on the door to the apartment. A nice Greek lady was there. We had the right place but had missed Jim and Vicky. She insisted on giving us a cup of tea. Strange occasion. She spoke no English and we spoke no Greek...

I decided that I couldn’t leave Greece without jumping into the Aegean Sea. It was predictably icy but it had to be done. My last heartrending decision was to leave my piece of ancient pottery on a footpath in Glyfada. I’d found the undecorated triangular sherd, a chunk of pithos, on the path at Mycenae. I didn’t think Lyn would forgive me if our trip home were delayed by my arrest for the illegal export of antiquities.

We dropped off our faithful Nissan Cherry at the airport and all of us flew home: Leon, Lyn and the as yet unnamed child that had made life so difficult.