You’re The Pool To My Villa

Wednesday Oct 5th –



We weren’t super close to town and I also really didn’t feel like getting ready to go into town again, so breakfast was a mix of granola bars and cookies bought at the grocery store the day before ๐Ÿ˜‹

Then, to the poolside ๐Ÿ˜Ž

Weather was awesome, pretty much pure sunshine after a few clouds passed by and perfect for sun bathing and trying to get hot enough to jump in the chilly pool ๐Ÿ˜‹

Mike couldn’t handle just sitting still and eatingย the frozen pizza we had bought for lunch so he went to town and foundย some bakery goodies and coffees โ˜บ๏ธ

The breads were very tasty and cheese filled, (as much of the Greek stuff is) the espresso iced coffees perfect for the lounging life and the dessert… confusing ๐Ÿ˜œ

It had the same filling as baklava but instead of being between sheets of phyllo it had a stringy, almost dry noodle like pastry surrounding it and it was such a weird texture it really weirded out the mouth and it did notย get finished ๐Ÿ˜ฌ

After eating we decided to jump into the pool and just get it over with๐Ÿ’ฆ
No time to waste tiptoeing in all slow and shivery like ๐Ÿ˜


The days main bit was spend doing that on repeat, sun bath, snack, sun bath etc. until the wind picked up and made it a tad too breezy to enjoy sitting out with wet clothes on.
The huge indoor space was then entered, with me trying to practice writing again and Mike probably catching up on some soccer news ๐Ÿ˜œ

All with this view to glance up at every once in a while.
Mike had asked the villa owner where a good place to eat was and he said there was one nearby, so it was decided our early anniversary date night would take place that evening.

We dolled up, took the appropriate amount of pre dinner photos and headed off to ‘Taverna Dennis’.

We sat outside in the covered balcony and started our meal off with some delicious, warm brown bread, drizzled with oil and sprinkled with an array of seasonings and little chunks of salt on the crust.

Next up was our baked Gouda and feta cheese with tomato sauce .. โค๏ธ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป

And finally, chicken souvlaki, salad and potatoes for me and a mixed grill plate for Mike.
Both of which were very tasty.

Have you ever had chicken that was sooo tender it worried you if it was somehow a bit raw?
That’s how tender my chicken was, and I’ve since decided that I don’t mind the *not so extremely juicy-tender chicken* that I usually dine off of ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜‹

Most restaurants here serve a simple custard like dessert on the house but that restaurant opted for the healthier choice of a very small fruit plate.
Which also just so happened to be the first fruit we had eaten all week ๐Ÿ˜

Author: jessicapeters95

Hello humans ๐Ÿ˜Š This is where you learn about me I suppose, though anyone reading this right now most likely knows all the boring details ;) I am Jessica Rose Peters-Hagenouw. (Always thought I'd be able to pronounce my married name but hey, life doesn't go as we plan.) June 11, 1995, tis the day Robert and Bonnie Peters received the most adorable, amazing, wonderful, surprise 3rd child they could have dreamed of. Speaking of being the third child, I have an older brother and an older sister. Both of whom are married and have wee little families of their own, making 'Aunty Jess' another name I go by. I grew up and have lived all of my years up till November 2015 in Saskatchewan, Canada. Making summers that are extremely short and winters that never end, vast open spaces, northern lights, unthinkable amounts of mosquitoes, lakes, forests and people waving to you on the grid road all different things that mean = Home. But Home is not where I'll be for some time. My husband is a Dutchman, living in Europe. Therefore I too have been living in Europe for the last few months. The reason I started this little blog/journal/writing thing, is to document a bit of my "whole new world," for those at home who wont be awake at 3:00 am wanting to hear about how I couldn't find flour at the grocery store. Thanks for stopping by and taking a peek into my little life ๐Ÿ˜Š

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