Photo: Nectarius' Restaurant

Nectarius (in white shirt, waiting on customers), the owner of the restaurant, another friend, Manos, and I would sit and talk for hours, usually at the very table Nectarius is waiting on. Manos spoke fluent English, but Nectarius' was a bit sketchy at best, though still better than my Greek. Anytime I stopped by, Nectarius always referred to me as, "America." "America," he would ask, "What you eat?" Two of the nicest guys I met throughout my odyssey. Please visit if you're ever in Iraklio, Crete. Tell Nectarius, "Ime Amerikos; dhen Katalaveno." He'll smile.