Today as I sat nibbling on my sandwich at work, I remembered the one we had with a glass of red in that b&b on the road curving up the hill thick with grape vine and olives trees. It was late afternoon when we finally reached the village, lugging that fat Lonely Planet guide and 5 Euros each, to realise that the village was shut for the afternoon. The blue painted door with handwritten board propped out on the steps was the only place announcing all day breakfast. Ham for you