I looked at Turkey a short mile or two across the Straight of Samos from our yacht anchored in the bay of Pathagoris on the Greek Island of Samos. Green, lush, mountainous and mysterious, she called to me.
Everyone was up and Valerie had gone to the bakery and picked up some spanikopita and pastries for everyone. She had two kinds of spanikopita, spinach and cheese or ham and cheese, made fresh this morning. They looked yummy.
The three of us take a taxi to Alimos Marina and waited at the Skipper’s Bar for everyone. Valerie is the first to meet us and she brings us up to date with what is happening in her busy life. She has had several charters back to back and is ready for a break.