Coffee search in Greece
Finally I found some real coffee in Greece, after searching high and low. I'm out on my own, 1,5 hours to be exact. I'm sitting down like I love so much - in an outdoor café, on the corner of a street, on a bar chair right by the road, watching the busy night go by here in Rhodos. Old men on tiny scooters, long lines, taxis coming by every minute and animals around my legs everywhere. Cats, dogs, even birds at times. I watch people on their whereabouts and wonder who is tourist and who is a Greek citizen. It's not necessarily as easy as I would think to tell them apart. People look more alike these days, and tourists are so different. I wonder what I look like to others. Does anyone see that I'm a stranger? I can't describe the feeling of freedom here I'm sitting, outdoors at night in a T-shirt and shorts. In the middle of everything, watching lives go by, chatting with the café owner, reassuring him the coffee is excellent and the best I've had so far h...