Ramblings

Monday 1 December 2008

Dariviana

FRIDAY 21st  NOVEMBER

We didn’t do much for the last couple of days other than the usual visit to Rethymno on market day, this time taking Maria with us.  She took us to a delightful old bakery in the old part of the town where on the table the baker had placed large round loaves similar to those used in the Church ceremonies.  I pointed them out to Maria and during her conversation with the baker found out that tomorrow it is St. Mary’s Day and that a service is to be held in the nearby church.  She said all the unmarried Marias would be attending. We came home to Plakias taking the scenic route for a change and found out that Maria’s father has relatives in the first village we came to.  She told us she remembered when he would ride out to see them on his donkey.  As the years went by he would tell her “we worked hard all day but still found time to keep in touch – now we have cars, and a telephone, but seem to have no time.”

 As it was a nice morning today we chose to take a walk around Dariviana near Spilli.  A walk mentioned in the latest edition of the Hotel Guide to south Rethymno region said ‘see watermills’.  In our dreams!  


We walked down  narrow lanes between the houses leading to the river and I even found a solitary walnut in its green case among the fallen leaves.  Keith asked what was I doing – we had bought a kilo in the market yesterday.  “But this one is free” was my reply.  










We can only assume that some of the derelict buildings were once watermills but this walk  was a nice change.  





















We were very close to Spilli and so drove into the village to do a bit more shopping.  Keith needed grapefruit and I espied a butcher’s where some meat and sausages were on display. Essential supplies obtained we returned home.  On our way to Dariviana we had taken the Frati mountain route to Mixarouma only to encounter a stop sign (that we ignored), workmen and a large digger taking up half the mountain road in the process of laying a blue pipe.  One of the young workmen moved the pipe laid across the road out of our way so we could pass.  We thought we had better not return by that route.  It is a long time since we have taken the other route via Koxare and had forgotten just how far it was back to Plakias. 

At home we found it was now very windy and the idyllic flat sea, with the small fishing boat when we had left, was now a sight of white waves and a dark sky.  We still had our lunch on the balcony but when Keith poured out his beer the wind blew the froth across the table!  After we had eaten I was back indoors.

 

 

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