A smell of garlic began to make my nostrils twitch. I was inside the house, the shutters were closed to keep out the sun and mosquitoes and I didn't know where it was coming from.
The aroma grew stronger and stronger until it became overpowering. Like some bloodhound, I tracked it all through the house, to the utility room and out through the other side to the home of Spiros, our neighbour.
'You want some skordalia, Margarita?' he said, rhythmically mashing boiled potatoes with a cup full of two bulbs of pureed garlic and lashings of lemon juice. He added some olive oil, potato water and more lemon juice.
'You try,' he said. It was smooth, spiky and pungent. There was no way a mosquito would touch me now. In my skordalia armour, I was invincible.
It was on, then, to Gialiskari, a secluded beach near Pelekas. It's one of our favourite spots, the beach now replenished naturally with sand after last year when shingle and rocks took over the small cove for twelve months.
The Goldfinch before sleeping off the food and then cooling in off in the sparkling sea.
Corfu Town, the place buzzing with young people, vibrant and happy, for an expensive cocktail (a Margarita, of course) on the top of the Hotel Cavalieri.
And then a walk along the beautiful Liston.
'Aren't the villagers having a party for you?' Number One Son had asked, when I Skyped him that morning.
'As if that's going to happen,' I said.
At eleven-thirty that night, as I sat on the bed in my birthday suit, Mr Grigg rushed downstairs to answer his mobile phone.
'They're only coming over to wish you a happy birthday,' he said as he tore back up to put on shorts and tee-shirt.
'They've got a cake and everything.'
Greece. There is nothing quite like it.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x
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