“Right...now to find the ingredients…” Sabin smiled. “I think we’ll be dining...hellenic tonight, considering no doubt you’ll have oodles of fish ‘round here.”
Pondering for a moment, Sabin recalled the ingredients, and fumbled out a small notepad. “Let’s see…we’re gonna need plenty of tomatoes. Preferably fresh ones..and maybe some grape leaves..”
There were a variety of dishes present, most of them devoid of fish. The simplest was Strapatsada, though the possibility of other meals were not out of the question. Meals that consisted of variety of meatballs, Sofrito, Moussaka and pastitsio served with a side of stuffed grapes...all of the options caused the large man’s stomach to noticeably growl. Good food was often the counter to an otherwise dreary day.
“I’ll foot the bill as far as ingredients go, I just don’t know if there’s good feta on the Islands.” Sabin would conclude, embarrassed at his stomach’s demand to be filled..
The wanderer would happily take the jeep, and indeed shaved off the few hours of driving. Already it had begun to transition into the later afternoon, and he already knew where to check in for a moment. “Actually I kind of know where I’d like to stay.” the pilgrim would ask. “Where’s the temple?”