ST. PAUL'S JOURNEYS, JUNE 23 RECAP:  As promised, I'm beginning to catch up on my travelogues. I stopped posting on FB when I lost access to the Internet. Actually, I could have accessed the Internet, but the fee was exorbitant, so I decided to wait. We bused to the port north of Athens & boarded our cruise ship, the Celestyal Olympia. It took us a few hours to reach the island of Mykonos. To quote from our travel itinerary, "the world famous Greek Island of Mykonos, where gleaming white-washed buildings seem to climb atop each other to reach the azure sky." Our guide Dimitri described it like this. "People go to Santorini to see & to Mykonos to be seen." [We visited Santorini later.] We loaded onto tenders [small launches] to get to the island. Dimitri guided us along very narrow walkways, pointing out some distinct architecture, until we reached Little Venice, which had been settled by Venetians. We got to peer inside a historic Roman Catholic church. One of my goals for this trip was to have an authentic Greek gyros. You may recall that I had one earlier in the week, but it was pork, not lamb, so I didn't consider it to be authentic. We had passed several cafes that advertised gyros, so that's where I wanted to grab a bite. Dimitri, our fearless guide, had recommended the Rouvera Restaurant, so the group consensus was to get something to eat there, & I acquiesced. In hindsight, that was a mistake. There was also a seafood buffet on the ship, so Lois & I decided to order appetizers & have supper back on the ship. We ordered saganaki [fried cheese] & Greek meatballs, & I had a Mythos beer. The cheese came pretty quickly, but not the meatballs. We waited, waited . . . several times the waiter returned with other people's orders. I would remind him that we hadn't gotten our meatballs. Over & over again he assured us that they were coming. They never came. When he came with our bill, I told him that we never got our meatballs. He claimed that we did & actually argued with me. Ultimately, I told him that I was only paying for the saganaki & beer, & he grudgingly agreed. I gave him 20 euros. He returned but didn't have any change for me. I told him that he owed me $5, & he claimed that he had given me my change. We argued again. In hindsight, at that point I should have demanded to see the manager. It turned out that he had given my change to someone else, & she passed it on to me. We weren't the only ones who had a bad experience there. David, Lois' brother, & Carmen, his wife/my cousin, got overcharged, & he argued with them, too. Their bill finally got corrected, but this was a bad experience. David let the waiter know that his service was terrible, & Carmen let Dimitri know that our experience at the restaurant he recommended was bad. [Take a deep breath, Paul.] On the plus side, the cafe was located on the waterfront, & we got to do a lot of people-watching, which was fun. I'd say that some people's clothes probably cost more than the sum total of my entire wardrobe.  We took a tender back to the ship, got something to eat [it was too late for the seafood buffet], then went to a show, where I had my first ouzo, a Greek liquor that has a black licorice taste. It's an acquired taste with a high alcohol content, so you don't chug it. I liked it. We left the show early, because we were both falling asleep. Tomorrow, Turkey!