No matter how we try, whenever we drive to Nafplio on a Saturday and stop at our old coffee shop for a breakfast bougatsa, we have always arrived just too late and there are none left. Today, there was one left.
It’s Halloween, so it’s the climax of Spooktober. We bought a chainsaw in Nafplio for the olive harvest, and I carried it to the house through the drizzle and the early dark, and we put on the Halloween playlist and lit the orange candles and then sat down with a tub of ice cream and bowls of chocolate-covered cranberries to watch The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
