I moved apartments again today – back to Agios Fokas and the place with the adorable kittens (saying that, I haven’t seen any of them yet).

I had mixed emotions on packing up and moving out of Porto – I really did enjoy staying there and think I will miss it.

I had a phone call yesterday evening saying that the cleaner won’t get to clean up after the people moving out of the Agios Fokas apartment until 6pm – this is after arranging to move in at 1pm. I, of course, say that that will be fine – as long as I can put my stuff in the fridge and leave my bags. When I arrive and let myself in I find I’m actually quite shocked at the state that it’s been left in – every cup, glass and ashtray dirty and left out. It’s probably just a sign of how well I was brought up (not a hint of OCD, honest), but I wouldn’t dream of leaving any place in such a state.  I’m just now remembering the apartment Michael and I stayed at in Poros and that I was surprised that on the “do and don’t” list on the back of the door it said that the maid doesn’t wash up dishes.

I was, though, glad to sit out on the terrace and get briefly online (my broadband on a stick credit ran out yesterday afternoon) so that I could upload the latest versions of the web page I’m working on. Once that was done I walked 15 mins to the nearest taverna – I hadn’t eaten there before but decided it was time to try it.

I had the best melitsanasalata (aubergine salad, a baba ganoush kind of thing) and a fantastic grilled swordfish steak. A real treat, and considerably more than I’m used to paying when I eat out. I enjoyed watching and eavesdropping on a table of two middle-aged Irish couples – teaching each other please and thank you in Greek while demolishing some huge plates of grilled meat and filling their table with an admirable selection of empty glasses.

The signage on the toilet doors caused me to chuckle, and I just had to share why . . . .