Sun Giannis Lekatsas (Hambaris) with its 93 -year -olds closed on a paid Saturday at Ithacahe cooked for his boss and his lustful wife -of the same age -, two pals he had fishing himself. Passengers were but didn’t want much to call friend Chrysanthos Karavia And me for companionship and no appetizers.
Having also traveled the path of Odysseus that the Thymes of his generation took, when in the 1960s the migration in Ithaca was large, along with all his village leaving for Australia, he went 25 years old with them. Most were left, Mr. Yiannis, though he was good at foreigners, nostalgia as another Odysseus strangled him, and took his groups and his wife Olympia and returned to his village, Cross In 1970. Since then fisherman for 50 years, he has been fishing daily and with his car has his fish on the island. When it has storms, it deals with the earth, some olives and a vineyard.
Until the food was prepared, we descended 10 minutes to the seaport of the Cross, in Polly, a fishing shelter, with some twenty boats, next to a gorgeous beach to admire Barba-Yiannis’s boat. THE “Psarogiannos”an Abaso Cocktail Seven Measure of the Treacher, was on the edge of the duck with all its tools. Ever since he returned from Australia he has been his partner and always and now he comes out to the sea alone without human companionship.
And after cleaning and cutting the fish in rings, he cooked them in a pan with a whole garlic and with tomatoes. The scorpions in Ithaca is that for the wet days of autumn. He emphasized it “Only plenty of garlic, oil and belet, and a little sapphire, no onion” He didn’t put it in the oven, but on the gas and he turned it all so often.
We accompanied them with fried potatoes, coarsely from his hands, as he likes it and not as the thyme recipe is used to with potato washer in the pan. The wine was his own, a rose, with bishops of vineyards and dominated by Gustolani.
Every so often we went to the next room that Mrs. Olympia Lady Lekatsa was in bed – fell a few days ago and broke his left foot and hand – lying days. She does not complain, she is good, but she shouted us to tell us her poems. As Homer, ‘Men of the Novel, Like, Polytrome, As Much Much“, She remembers her grandmother telling them old stories and creates poems with cursors, dances, celebrations. He has also published them in a book, but the key is that she is 95 years old and recites them with exceptional fluency.
«As you go to the well for Ithaca, wish you a long way to say the road, full of adventures, full of knowledge. “ the Laestrygons and the Cyclops but also the angry Neptune was not afraid Captain-John, Not even the ending ending, since he is pleased that Ithaca (life) gave him a great and nice trip.
Mr. Yiannis Lekatsas (Hambaris) with closed 93 years