Bring Money or Wear Running-shoes

This is from Bonnie (mostly):

So we went to this restaurant in the neighboring village (15-20 minute walk). We had read about it on trip advisor and were heading there to check some others out that had been recommended to us....so we ended up at this place, Meteora. We ordered wine and when we got it the waiter spilled it! He was very apologetic cleaned up our table and successfully poured us new glasses. We finally got around to tasting this very Greek wine called Retsina and let me tell you the first flavours that swirled through our tastebuds were facinating. Bitter comes to mind, and so does mould with a kind of dirt-like aftertaste. Jason doesn't complain about much, but he wasn't about to pay for wine that tasted that badly.

The owner, this crazy lovely woman named Irene, got us a different bottle, but gave her waiters a lecture in front of us about how if a toursit orders this wine, to tell them it has a very specific taste (dirt).

We ordered our food and all was fine...

...until....

Jason realized that he hadn't brought any money. It was still in the camera case at the hotel!!!! So we ate, I mean what's the point in ruining a prefectly good dinner by running back during it, so afterwards he ran in his flip flops back the 15 minutes to get the money and then ran back! (P.S. don't run in flipflops for further than 100 meters or so)

While he was running, I was picking out desert and had an ouzo for both of us for his return. We ordered our desert, these lovely ice cream concoctions and I went to the bathroom.

Little did I know that when your desert comes Irene comes running out the back shouting "FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!" as she sprints through the tables with ice-cream topped with a sparkler so everyone in the restaurant looks to see the commortion. Well you can imagine that she was a little upset when she got to the table and I wasn't there!!! So she dissapeared for a moment and just as we were about to dig into our ice-creams the kitchen door flings open again and here comes Irene yelling FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! again.


Never a dull moment...