We stopped for espressos at a cafe in Kalpaki that boasted free wifi, though none of us ended up trying to ask for the password from the Greek-speaking owner.
One of the two men sitting at a table there knew some English, apparently from some work on a ship that docked 40-60 kilometers north of NYC in 1968, and he used it on us to welcome us to Greece, to warn us to be careful in Albania, and to invite us to some day return to the wonderful town of Kalpaki (i.e. bumfuck nowhere), where he'd be waiting for us, in this same cafe, and at which time he promised to pay for our coffees.
|The coffee wasn't bad, though perhaps not good enough to warrant a return trip.|
I think I will start taking America's blessings less for granted. I can get good beer, good food, good clothing, gyms, good laundry machines, good heating, good roads, safe water, and think nothing of it, complain at the least little thing, be overwhelmed by choice. I hope I learn to take it easy and enjoy the abundance, the cleanliness, the safety.
Next up: Gjirokaster, Albania