May 3, 2009 – Day 129 – Rafina, Greece

Small fried fish, if you saw that on the menu, what would you expect? One small fried fish one a plate, right? Yeah me too, but in fact that small phrase can mean more than one thing. In Greece apparently it means ”TWENTY (very) small fried fishes.” So while Saben sucked away at his jumbo shrimp, Lin was throwing down some serious fish carnage.

Before

After (Small fried fish... you have been warned)

Can you believe that such a tiny fish would have bones? Like whole spines? Annoyingly tiny bones that are not innocuous to eat and too tiny to get your stupid fingers on?! Well, friend, let me wholeheartedly assure you that they indeed do. For the better part of twenty minutes, Lin de-headed, de-spined, and de-tailed twenty small fried fish perfecting the technique that it really is a shame not to ever (not EVER) use it again. By the end of the plate, there was finally enough meat to make a small pile a little larger than a tomato slice! But to be fair it was very tasty.

Sabens bone-free shrimp

Along with our seafood we had a fantastic salad, some fluffy bread, and lots of house wine–truly the best wine either of us have ever had. It was an utterly perfect red. A shame that it’s only available in a tiny seafood restaurant in this tiny port town in Greece. But then again, if it were bottled and exported, it would probably lose some of its flawlessness.

Oh so very tasty (insert drool here)

Laughing and feeling satisfied, we bounced down to the docks and up to an ice cream shop where we feasted on some wicked awesome deliciousness and finally found ourselves climbing over sea rocks looking out over the magnificently clear water. The water turned white when it rolled in colliding with the rocks. It was quiet despite the sound of the gentley crashing waves spraying us lightly as we stood poised like goats on the highest rocks we could climb breathlessly surveying the Aegean.

Ahh the sea

View from our deck