4/21

After washing off  almost 36 hours of sitting in the same clothes, we ventured out. After peeking in several restaurants, we decideded to stop in a small local bar. There were a few old men chain smoking next to no-smoking signs, and I knew we'd arrived. One of the patrons befriended us right away. We had a couple beers and found out our new 69 year old best friend had his master's in "tourism economics". We thought this was the perfect person to ask for a dinner rec. He, of course, gave us too many options. Finally, he told us "If you wait for a while, I will take you." This is a phrase we are very wary of. "Waiting for a while" in Africa means "we will never do the thing we agreed upon". We decided to gamble. Amazingly, our friend was ready well before our cutoff time. He walked slowly, which Katie and I appreciated, and offered sage words of wisdom for our upcoming nuptials after proudly announcing he had been married 6 times.
He took us to an area about 15 min from our hotel and gave a choice of restaurants (all the authentic tavernas are now in the suburbs he told us). We chose a comfortable place with outdoor seating and began ordering meze (tapas). Deep fried feta drizzled in honey, stuffed grape leaves, and big ol' plates of olives among others. It was a great start to all the catching up on all the foods we'd been missing for the last two years.
 We realized today we are being very negligent with photos.  Promise to rectify.