Who will take care of our kids?

 There is no end to the travel temptations that The Scout finds. 

The question though isn't 'Where will we go next?' but more. . .

Island of Kos - another travel temptation

'Who will take care of our kids while we are gone?' Our 'fur kids', that is.

Our Greek family consists of two felines. There's our 12-year-old 'Princess' who reigns supreme and our part-time roustabout 'Nermal' who's been a regular at our house for five years. Their care while we are gone is as much a consideration as the trip itself. 

Princess watching for jackals and wild boar in the grove

Gone are the days of having someone stop by for morning and evening feedings with the cats fending for themselves in between. As the numbers of jackals and wild boar in our rural slice of the Peloponnese continues to rise, so does the need to have 24/7 cat care. Jackals have killed five cats in our area within the last year.

Nermal making sure it is safe to step outside

It was a fortunate happenstance when over coffee in the village a few years ago that an acquaintance mentioned how happy she'd been with a recent house and pet sit; her dogs had been well cared for and she returned to a clean house as well.

A chance conversation - a life changer

That chance conversation was our introduction to Trusted Housesitters,(THS), an online community marketplace where pet parents and pet sitters meet.   We are now among the 230,000+ members of THS, a 10-year-old pet sitting resource that encompasses 100 countries. 

The only cost for this pet sitting is in the annual membership fee paid by both sitter and pet owner.  No money changes hands between sitter and pet owner. The sitter pays their travel expenses, and daily expenses during their stay. The homeowner provides the accommodation and pays all utilities. 

Details of our home are part of the profile

As a pet owner I've created an on-line THS profile about us, the cats and our home. When we need a sitter, we post the dates and wait for applications. We review applicants, often video chatting with them before making a selection. The sitters also have on-line profiles, and recommendations.  Reviews of both the sitter and the homeowner appear on the respective profiles after the sits begin.  

Nermal isn't sure about the pet sitter in the computer

Even with all the checks and balances provided by THS, I have to admit that I was skeptical at first.  Our cats are very particular about who they like and who they don't. I wasn't sure that either of them would be comfortable with 'a stranger' caring for them, no matter how comfortable we humans were with the individuals we'd selected. It could be compared to on-line dating, but the pets have no say in with whom they'll be spending time.

A Game Changer

THS Merri and Ivana are among village friends at this gathering 

I am here to tell you, that we've been blown away by the way 'the kids' took to their new caregivers! It is humbling - yet comforting - to realize that you can be replaced. 

One of the unexpected benefits of the pet sit program, has been the friendships made. Each person that has arrived here as a sitter, has left as a friend. We stay in touch on social media and see each other when the opportunities arise.  

So, with their permission to tell you a bit about them and show you some of the candid photos they us sent while we were away, let me introduce you to our new friends:  

 Ivana from the Czech Republic.

Ivana saying goodbye to Princess

We met Ivana a few summers ago when she sat for our friend, Chuck, in the village. Two summers ago, when she returned for another sit at his house she agreed to care for our two cats as well. As a remote worker (one who can work from anywhere there is internet access), Ivana divided her time between our two homes.  Our cats were contented and well cared for as were his two dogs and cats. 

Ivana, Princess and Maggie

This sit was our introduction to the wonders of getting daily reports, photos, like the one above, and videos. Getting these reports and seeing 'the kids' is most reassuring - we were sold on the program. Our cats back then, Maggie (who's since crossed the Rainbow Bridge) and Princess didn't seem to miss us at all.  They no longer roamed the neighborhood looking for human interaction and love in between feedings.

Mouthwatering homemade Czech dessert awaited

And if coming home to happy cats, and a clean house wasn't the icing on the cake, the plate of fresh-baked Czech dessert we found waiting for us on our return was!  

Ivana continues to watch Chuck's 'kids', so we get to see her socially while she's here. We stay in touch the rest of the year on FB.

Merri from New Mexico, now Mani

We met THS Merri when she cared for the feline family of our friends Mic and Jean in November 2023. We met up a couple times during that stay. We had her over to meet Princess who made it clear she liked her within minutes of her arrival. We stayed in touch after she returned to the States and were delighted when she said she'd come back to watch our kids for a month last summer.

'Wake up, Merri! Time to play with me,' said Princess

Merri was unruffled by the Mani storms that struck during her November stay not to mention the heatwave and drought that struck last summer while at our place. Even that pesky rat, I've written about, who struck our car's electrical system, did so while Merri was here. While she insisted that she had enjoyed our area, we worried she might not consider another sit here. . .

Who needs sunset when you have Merri scratching your head?

The THS website explains that these sits can be life changing and Merri can attest to that.  She really did like the area, but she won't be sitting here any longer. Merri, with a digital nomad residency permit in hand, has moved here! We'are sad to have lost a great THS but now have a new friend just down the road. (Within her first two months she was adopted by three stray cats!)

Gabrielle and Steve from England

This twosome arrived on a glum, gray January day for a three-week stay to care for our feline family.  They were the first sitters we'd not met in real life prior to the sit although we'd done a WhatsApp video call with them. We were delighted that they'd traveled here from England, but I fretted about whether Princess would like them or not.  

We hadn't been gone 48 hours when we received the photo below. . .and I quit fretting.

Princess seemed to think Steve was a perfect fit

There is nothing better for a fretting fur kid parent than to get daily reports with photos of how the kids are doing. It is listed as a condition of a sit for our fur kids. Gabrielle and Steve notched up those reports as I had pointed out to them the street cats I feed when in the village, but assured them, that wasn't expected of them.  Imagine the joy when they sent photos of the cats in the village they had fed as well!  

'Nermal, our 'part-time' cat,' I had forewarned them, 'is a 'cat of the hill' - he might show up, he might not.' He might be too afraid to come in and eat if he sees strangers in the house. He is afraid of humans. If he didn't show, they were not to worry. 

Gabrielle cuddling Nermal!

Need I say we were gobsmacked when this photo popped up in our messages?  Gabrielle had achieved a trust with our scaredy cat we'd never would have thought possible!

Jeanne from Switzerland

An island-hopping ferry trip in March would be determined by whether we could get a THS on rather short notice.  No sitter, no trip, we'd decided. We were hoping to leave in two weeks. 

We posted our travel dates and to our surprise had seven applicants within the first hour.  The one who stood out among them was Jeanne from Switzerland. And luck was with us - she was already traveling in the Peloponnese and was but a few hours' drive away.

I took this photo- Princess preferred Jeanne!

Because she had a flexible travel schedule, we were able to leave sooner than we'd hoped and stay longer than we'd originally planned.  We had a face-to-face video chat and then a few days later we met for coffee and a home tour as she continued her travels in the area.  A few days later she returned for the sit, and we left confident that our cats were in good hands (and feet as evidenced by Nermal below).

Nermal wrapped around Jeanne's leg

Despite rather unseasonably wet weather she was able to get out and explore our immediate area and do some hiking while taking care of the wee ones.  Like Gabrielle, she won the heart of Nermal and had Princess never far from her side.  

We returned home a day early due to bad weather so overlapped with Jeanne. The next morning when we said goodbye, it felt like a longtime friend was leaving.

Not for Everyone

THS was a game changer for us

We found al our sitters to be extremely focused on the care of our fur kids and our home.  They enjoy the benefits of the accommodation and the area, but don't approach the stay with the idea of it being a vacation. Not everyone would want to take on that responsibility. Just as not every homeowner would want to have someone they don't know well, come into their homes and care for their pets. 

For us, it has worked extremely well. We recommend it highly.  This summer we have another THS couple coming from America to watch the kids and water plants while we are back in the States. They have not only been to the Mani but have been pet sitting in the neighborhood!  

If any of you are interested in joining Trusted Housesitters, (either as pet sitter or pet owner) you can get 25% off your membership if referred by a current THS member. The referring member, if you join, gets their membership extended by two months.  (Send us an email and I will make sure to divide the referral opportunities between the sitters I've introduced you to.)  

That's it for this week. We'll be back with more travel tales soon ~ thanks for the time you've spent with us!

The Market - What a Treasure!

The goal was to live differently. We wanted to stretch ourselves beyond our suburban America comfort zone. Being an expat in Greece for a half dozen years has certainly provided us those opportunities.

New roads to new adventures in expat life

As we continue to settle into this lifestyle, we are reminded every so often how routine so many of those 'different' things have become. But just as those 'different' things were treasures to be discovered in the beginning, we now see them as everyday treasures to be enjoyed in this unconventional expat world.  One such treasure is:

Market Day

Market Day is a treasure

The kind of market I am talking about is the laiki, those once-a-week shopping events that seem to sprout in parking lots or plateas (plazas) of small towns and villages throughout Greece. Being one day affairs, they set up in the early morning and are packed away by early afternoon. Shopping at them, you find yourself buying from the people who grew the fruit or vegetables or who caught the fish or who harvested and bottled the honey. 

Going to these outdoor markets can turn a routine shopping trip into what feels like a road trip. It is certainly more fun that a trip to the much closer, but ubiquitous supermarket. Such has been the case with our Saturday market outings to Areopoli, a town just 29 kilometers/18 miles to our south. 

The Journey

We are on the far right, the road is behind the houses

The short distance is deceiving as it will take us just under an hour to travel there and another almost hour back. We set out by continuing up the narrow track road through the olive groves that leads to our house.  We are told this track road was asphalted not very many years before we arrived on the scene and the road being built by landowners long before us. 

Roadblock on our track road slows our journey

About a kilometer away from our house we routinely pass a herd of sheep that are usually gathered near or in the roadway. No matter how often we pass this group, though, I yank out my camera to snap a photo or two. . .after all, I never encountered a herd of sheep when shopping in my old Seattle suburbs. 

Similar traffic slowdowns occur on this main highway

At the top of 'our' hill we leave our tiny road at Platsa, the first of many small villages we will pass through on the way to the market. Here we enter the 'main highway' (as we call it) a two-lane asphalted roadway, the major link between north and south of this point of the Peloponnese.  

The highway just misses the Church of the Anargyoi - Nomitsi

The road comfortably winds its way through three tiny villages -- Nomitsi, Thalames and Langada -- each with a rich history. In the town of Nomitsi, there's a small Byzantine church, on which the construction began in the 10th century, that visitors shouldn't miss.  Actually, you literally barely miss it as its entry door opens onto the highway. You look both ways before stepping out. Every so often we stop to admire the interior frescos in this Church of the Anargyoi.

You don't want to meet a bus on this stretch

Passing through the fourth village, Agios Nikon, we slow as the roadway narrows between the centuries-old buildings constructed long before modern day roads came into being. 

The Main Road passing through Agios Niko

Here we hope we don't meet an oncoming truck, RV, or tourist bus, as pullouts are limited. The village, once called Polianna, was in 1929 renamed for Agios Nikon, the Repentant, a soldier, monk and missionary who is credited with turning much of the Mani to Christianity. 

Taygetos Mountain slopes along our route

Most of our journey is through a vast empty stretch of land where stone fences line the roadway and the vast Taygetos Mountains stretch to one side of us and the Ionian Sea on the other. 

Limeni

Just before Areopoli, it is the expansive bay on which New Oitylo and Limeni villages are located that takes our breath away each time we crest the hill and it comes into view. Now a popular resort destination, hillsides are filling with bay-view vacation rentals and hotels and restaurants hug the shore. A much different vibe than a century or so ago when pirate ships plied the turquoise and sapphire waters of its bay, and the area was known for slave trading activities.

Cafes and churches line the streets

The road loops around the bay, then up another steep hillside and we've arrived in Areopoli, home to some 800 residents.

Shopping at the Market

Market displays in Areopoli

In Greek, the laiki agora, literally means 'the people's market'. They are also called farmers or public markets.  This one pretty much operates year-round with just a handful of vendors braving the winter's cold (and it does get cold here) while in the summer vendors' tables and trucks spread out over a large portion of the bus station lot. This isn't a place to go looking for souvenirs, it is a market catering to the locals. Honey vendors -- no less than three on most days -- plant sellers, a vendor who offers a variety of men's clothes in camouflage colors, and sometimes a fish vendor join the regular lineup of fruit and produce sellers.

Potatoes are absolutely the best in Greece

We recall our 'newbie' days when shopping at the laiki, seemed an extraordinarily 'different' experience. It was almost overwhelming. Greek speaking shoppers surrounded the displays, grabbing past us for an item they wanted, and little old Yiayias (grandmothers) who didn't want to waste time with tongue-tied foreigners like us often crowded in front to get their shopping done while we were still trying to figure out how to choose, bag, and pay for an item. 

Nowadays, we have the routine down pat: Select, bag, buy. Done and dusted, as our British expat friends would say.  

During a trip to Areopoli, we take advantage of the availability of a service station with car wash.  We leave the car at the station, head off to shop and return a few hours later to find the car clean inside and out for only price of 12 euros.

Mrs. Milia's bakery - a must visit place

One shopping destination we don't miss is at the far end of town, the Fournos to Psomi tis Milia. A wooden sign reads The Bakery/Mrs. Milia. As the story goes, her kids and grandkids have continued to run the bakery named for Mrs. Milia, a widow at age 29 who raised six children while discovering her passion for making bread at the bakery owned by her husband and in-laws. 

Loaves coming out of the oven a shopping treasure

Bread is still baked in the generation's old wood-fired oven.  The family-run establishment offers breads, pies, cookies and other baked goods and is one of those 'must go' places.  There is nothing better than arriving in late morning and eating still warm bread from that oven.

Sittin', sippin' and watching the world go by

Coffee shops like in all Greek towns are everywhere, so a morning cappuccino usually rounds out the visit. Each market day here feels like a step back in time, when life's joys could be as simple as ripping into a loaf of fresh-baked bread and sipping a cup of coffee. 

Every so often, something happens to remind us of how differently we are living here as compared to our American life.  A couple weeks ago we were loaded down with produce from the market and decided to leave our bags in the car before heading to the bakery at the other end of town. But the car was already in the washing bay.  

Yes, you can leave your bags, he said, they'll be fine.

Could we leave them somewhere out of the way in the station we asked. 'No problem', the attendant responded, pointing to a spot in the retail store, 'just put them here - they'll be fine.' 

Market honey on bakery bread - treasures, for sure!

And they were just fine - just as we had left them.  We certainly wouldn't have done that back in our old world. Again, we were reminded of how differently we are living these days yet surrounded by everyday treasures. 

How about you?  What are the everyday treasures you've discovered in your world? Leave a comment or drop us a note!  Speaking of treasures, we consider each of you reading this a treasure and thank you for the time you spend with us.  We'll be back with more tales soon, hope to see you here then! Until then, wishes for safe travels to you and yours~

'Twas the Best and Worst of Times

Our recent Greek island-hopping adventure was both the best and the worst of times.

Ferry tales of a Greek island-hopping adventure

In theory, traveling when we did, before 'the (tourist) season', is one of the best of times to travel in Greece. Hotel rates are reasonable, popular destinations are uncrowded, pleasant spring temperatures abound, and choices of ferry accommodations (seats and cabins) are plentiful.

The risks of pre-season travel are that not all businesses catering to tourists (restaurants, shops, some hotels) will be open, temperatures might be a bit brisk, and ferries schedules might be limited. 

Foot Loose and Fancy Free  

From Athens to Cyclades, Dodecanese and back again by ferry

The only plan we had was to be footloose and fancy free, visiting old favorites and exploring new islands on this Grecian staycation. But The Scout's advance research found ferry schedules a challenge to that carefree plan, as arrivals and departures at some islands are in the middle of the night. Not being night owl travelers, we booked ferries that sailed at 'reasonable hours' to the first two islands we'd decided to visit.   

Leaving Piraeus - next stop Syros

After spending a night in Athens, we set sail for Syros in the Cycladic Island group. Our mid-afternoon ferry from Athen's port city, Piraeus got us to the island in time for dinner.  We'd stay there a couple of days before departing on an overnight ferry (in a cabin) to Kos, a Dodecanese Island as stone's throw from Türkiye. We'd select the next destination while on Kos.

Surprises on Syros

Ermoúpolis, Syros

Ermoúpolis, named for Hermes, the messenger god, son of Zeus, was the first place we visited in Greece nearly 15 years ago. We were eager to revisit this bustling port city, home to more than 11,000 residents. It has to be one of the prettiest cities in Greece with its stunning neo-classical buildings framing its marble streets and sidewalks.

Buildings and streets were art works to behold

We stayed in Hotel Hermes, walking distance from the ferry. Our room was spacious, the large patio opening to the sea. It was chilly, but coupled with blue skies, fluffy clouds and sunshine, it was perfect for exploring the city on foot. We laughed at the weather forecasts predicting 'severe thunderstorms'.

Emergency alert no April Fool's joke!

Mother Nature got the last laugh.  

We were at a local restaurant when the emergency alert jangled every mobile phone in the place. We'd all received the message pictured above from Greece's Civil Protection Agency about a major storm heading towards the Cycladic islands. 

Shortly after the message came the rain.                                                                                                       And the wind.                                                                                                                                               And the thunder.                                                                                                                                          And the lightening.                                                                                                                                

And the notification that our 10 pm ferry wouldn't be arriving until 3:45 am

Rain and hail and a 4:30 a.m. boarding - off to Kos

We luckily were able to book one of two rooms remaining in the hotel that we'd checked out of that morning along with a 3 a.m. wakeup call. So much for not being night owl travelers!

Our feet were drenched -- we'd given up dodging puddles as the entire street was a puddle-- by the time we got to the ferry at 3:30 a.m. There were no taxis running at that hour. Thankfully there was a roof over the waiting area on the dock, as it started hailing at about the time that we learned the ferry wouldn't arrive until 4:30 a.m.  

To bed at 5 a.m. and bed never felt so good!

We were in our cabin beds by 5 a.m., slept until 8 and arrived in Kos about noon. 

It gave a new meaning to doing an 'all-nighter'!

New Finds in an Old Favorite

Rain followed us to Kos Island

It is our third stay on this Greek island and our third stay at the waterfront hotel, the Albergo Gelsomino, a charming eight room property built in 1928. Both are travel destination favorites of ours.

Storm's aftermath - the hotel patio

Waves washed across the roadway we walked the short distance from the ferry to our hotel.  The storm had strewn stones and sand across the pavement just as it had the hotels patio. 

Room-bound to dry out - not too tough to take

We'd planned to take a one-day excursion to Bodrum, Türkiye. from here but it was too early in the season and none were running.  Instead, we explored new areas in the town of Kos, as we could between the continuing rain spells.  Many restaurants, bars and retail stores hadn't yet reopened for the season.  We found ourselves retreating to the room to dry out and warm up, but with the room we had, it wasn't to tough to take.  

Traveling along Turkiye

By this point in the trip we'd given up on visiting new islands; we were off to Rhodes, for a stay at another old favorite, Nikos Takis Fashion Boutique Hotel within the walls of the old city,  Our ferry was delayed a couple of hours but at least it was sunny, so we sat on the open deck still snuggled up in our winter coats as we sped along the Turkish coastline. We were so close that my mobile phone provider sent me a message welcoming me to Türkiye.

Rambles in Rhodes

A sunbreak photo in old Rhodes

The medieval old town never gets old to this pair of travelers.  We could explore its winding, narrow streets time and time again.  And we would have explored even more of them this time, had the rain not followed us there.  Luckily our hotel room had a radiator in the bathroom that was perfect for drying our soggy shoes.  Our souvenirs were new insoles for my shoes and a new umbrella to replace our wind-broken one.

We had a Sunday morning cloudburst shortly after I took this photo

Calling it Quits

The bouncing bedroom

We gave up. 

Mother Nature had won this time around.  We were heading back to Athens, but the only cabin left on the overnight ferry was a deluxe double bed. (We discovered after embarkation that two large student groups were also traveling on this sailing and had apparently filled the regular single-bed rooms.)  

The room was spectacular and right at the front of the ship. It would have been perfect had it not been a stormy sea that bounced us around like drunkards as we staggered to the bathroom and back during the night.

Back to Athens

A blue-sky, but winter-cold, Athens welcomed us back.  We learned after checking into our hotel that a city-wide strike was scheduled for the next day: public and private sector employees, transit, rail, air, ferries.  All would be on strike.  

Public Market streets are graffiti decorated

We did find that several stores were open as were bars and restaurants on 'strike day'.  The riot police were out in force (normal for when strikes of this size take place). We avoided 'strike central gathering spots' like Syntagma Square, and opted to visit the people's market, the sprawling public market offering meat, fish, cheese, vegetables, antiques and souvenirs.  

We ended the staycation a day early.  It agreed that it had been both the best and worst of times.  We'd had great accommodations, good food and drink, and revisited favorite places. It had been wet, cold and nasty weather. We both caught colds. But it was certainly, a trip we won't forget any time soon.  

These kinds of trips can happen despite the best of planning efforts. How about your travels?  Have you also had some best and worst of times trips?  Tell us about them in the comments or shoot us an email.  

Thanks for your time with us and safe travels to you and yours~