I had no idea that the starving cat I’ve been feeding was a mother. She brings her three kittens with her one morning to get breakfast.Cat food goes on the grocery list sooner than expected.Time to visit Roula, or “Bou-Bou,” as she’s called by townspeople.Close to our room, Bou-Bou has a little store called “BouBoukakia.”
BouBoukakia is an eclectic and colorful space: groceries are shelved amongst knick-knacks of all sorts – beach stones in bottles, shells, ceramic figurines, family photos, and plants. Bou-Bou also serves food here, but the grocery/cafe keeps informal hours in the winter, so it’s best to call ahead.
On Bou-Bou’s patio, plants and beach rocks fill every nook and cranny.
Painted stones are a signature element of Bou-Bou’s space.The sunny warm days are dwindling, so we seize the opportunity to go for a swim.Matthew swimming in the Aegean Sea.Seychelles is not the only beach near Magganitis. Within town, there is rumored to be another beach called Firodi.We set off in search of Firodi Beach.This turns out to be the wrong road.What this photo does not show is us getting lost in an olive grove and injured by an olive tree.
We are told by a local that during this time of year, olive tree injuries in Greek hospitals increase exponentially.
This looks like a beach entrance.We have the beach to ourselves.
A narrow cave.Matthew watches small sea creatures by the shore.We find shells, broken rosary beads, and the ubiquitous plastic debris that now adorns the world’s beaches and oceans.
