Most folk know I’m addicted to Greece. I love the people, the way of life and of course getting some warmth on my body.

They’re a people who seem to take their religion seriously. When you grow up with images like these over your head, I suppose I can understand why.

This is from the monastery in the centre of Kefalonia. The place is set in the middle of the only flat piece of the Island. Of course, the inhabitants of the place care about the people around them. Being the only good growing land they could choose to grow food, but instead it’s a massive vineyard growing grapes for the “world famous” Robola wine.

As a non-drinker, I can’t vouch for the stuff, but as most Greek alcohol can be used to remove paint from doors, I doubt the French wine growing region fear it taking over.