18 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, No Comments.

11/18 Rhoads, Greece

When we reached the port we began to wander about.  We really didn’t know which way to proceed but luckily we crossed paths with a couple who spoke English.  They were retired Americans who had been living abroad for the last three years.  Instead of joining a country club or pursuing some hobby back home they decided to see the world at a slow pace.  They explained that they would live in a different city every three months or there about and they planned on doing that indefinitely.  They enjoyed discovering places and people and would send home airplane tickets, so that family members could join them for special occasions.  We walked round the city for some time until we located the address Jenni had been given.  I approached the door and knocked on its screen.  A pair of eyes looked back at me through the screen and then the door slammed shut as quickly as it was opened.  I wasn’t satisfied with that response, so I knocked again.  The door opened again and something was said but I don’t believe it was for us to understand.  Then the door slammed just like before.  While we were walking away an elderly woman all dressed in black and looking like she hadn’t eaten in weeks approached us.  She gave us the impression that she knew where the woman we sought lived and we should follow her.  She was small, frail and very old but still we found ourselves trying to keep up with her.  She led us to a second story door and gestured to us that this was the place.  I knocked a couple of time but it appeared nobody was home, so we thanked her and left our bags in a small enclosed porch.  We settled in small café just across the street.  After about an hour or so, when the beers were finished we wandered back across to find somebody there.  This was the Kate we were looking for.  She seemed starved for company and wouldn’t take no for an answer, so we agreed to sleep on the floor of her living room.  After a short conversation, the three of us headed into town to catch some of its atmosphere.  Later that night Kate talked and talked.  She never stopped.  “Are you listening Scott?” I think I fell asleep between sentences.