It felt decidedly nippy last night as i wandered out for a light meal of calf in tomato sauce.I was struck by how the only language I heard was Greek, not Vlach, But also how the waiter spoke English. Forty years ago more or less no-one here in Metsovo did. The other big change was the women.
Forty years ago the monstrous regiment stayed at home while the men sat around eating and drinking. Yet in the restaurant there were mixed tables with women talking loudly and letting their views be heard. Political correctness gone mad. I digress.
It was very nippy indeed as I walked back to my hotel and the rain was biting as if it waned to turn into something else. I awake now to see a good covering of snow and it is still snowing as you can see below.
I must still walk to Anelion to see if Mike the Vlach is alive. The walk, I established last night, takes 30 minutes and is part of the local Ursa walks. Yes Ursa does mean Ursa and I asked if there are any bears in these parts. I was told no but I am a bit "frit". So do I walk on an old snow covered path or risk a taxi in the snow? I shall ponder over breakfast.
For what it is worth, the view to a snow covered Anelion looks like this!