exchange of the Greece trip: Francesco, owner of pansion in Ios, was lookin mightily stressed as about 20 peeps fresh off the ferry boat were desperately looking for accommodations. I asked him how life was treating him. He paused in the chaos, stepped in close to me, held out a finger, and carefully lectured, accentuated by a thick Italian accent: “let me tell you my friend: every night on this island is Friday night... (wearily) Every morning, however, is Monday.”
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