Who is that man on the motor bike coming my way? It must be Adonis, husband of the vet Ourania. No. It’s the former boatman, Kosta, whose family ran the taverna at Glisteri Beach. And the woman at the ATM? Kary, the daughter of Yeorgos the
School is out and Skopelos town is filled with kids. "Ela, koretsia,” Come on, girls, a small one shrieks gesturing to her friends to follow. Off they go skipping and jumping down the Post Office road. Everywhere kids romp or ride their bikes; the
Who is that man on the motor bike coming my way? It must be Adonis, husband of the vet Ourania. No. It’s the former boatman, Kosta, whose family ran the taverna at Glisteri Beach. And the woman at the ATM? Kary, the daughter of Yeorgos the
School is out and Skopelos town is filled with kids. "Ela, koretsia,” Come on, girls, a small one shrieks gesturing to her friends to follow. Off they go skipping and jumping down the Post Office road. Everywhere kids romp or ride their bikes; the
Who is that man on the motor bike coming my way? It must be Adonis, husband of the vet Ourania. No. It’s the former boatman, Kosta, whose family ran the taverna at Glisteri Beach. And the woman at the ATM? Kary, the daughter of Yeorgos the
School is out and Skopelos town is filled with kids. "Ela, koretsia,” Come on, girls, a small one shrieks gesturing to her friends to follow. Off they go skipping and jumping down the Post Office road. Everywhere kids romp or ride their bikes; the
