It's a well known fact about Corfu that practically every third person is called Spiros and the only way to distinguish one from another is by adding that particular Spiros' occupation (Spiros the plumber), home town (Spiros from Doukades), or the identifying tag used on all government forms - father's name (Spiros of Yiannis).
A while ago Sarah and I experienced what has gone down in memory as "The Spiros Incident". We were on a carefully planned circuit of the north of the island, with various appointments carefully planned to gain maximum use of our time and minimum use of our petrol. We therefore had an arrangment to meet our first property owner - Spiros - on the roadside in Kassiopi, our second - also Spiros - outside our favourite cafe, and the third - yet another Spiros - in Acharavi. So far so good. The situation was a little bit complicated by the fact that we hadn't previously met the second Spiros, so asked for some identifying feature. He told me that he would be wearing a white "thingummy".
So off we set. Just before we were due to arrive at destination number one I received a phone call from "Spiros" to say he was waiting at the cafe. So we made a quick change of plan, thinking that we could stop at the cafe first (to meet the second Spiros who had phoned me) and then turn back to Kassiopi to meet Spiros number one, perhaps a bit late, but never mind. Arriving at the cafe, there was a Spiros, but it was Spiros number one, wearing a white shirt ("thingummy"?). By now totally confused, was this the Spiros who was supposed to be at the cafe but not yet, the Spiros with the white "thingummy", or the Spiros who I thought had telephoned to say he would be at the cafe? In my defence, all three had very similar voices, and the phone reception is not good in the Kassiopi area, but even so... We did finnaly get sorted out. There were two Spiros', in the end, both waiting at the cafe (by pure coincidence) and one waiting in Kassiopi. All three were wearing white!
Susan
A while ago Sarah and I experienced what has gone down in memory as "The Spiros Incident". We were on a carefully planned circuit of the north of the island, with various appointments carefully planned to gain maximum use of our time and minimum use of our petrol. We therefore had an arrangment to meet our first property owner - Spiros - on the roadside in Kassiopi, our second - also Spiros - outside our favourite cafe, and the third - yet another Spiros - in Acharavi. So far so good. The situation was a little bit complicated by the fact that we hadn't previously met the second Spiros, so asked for some identifying feature. He told me that he would be wearing a white "thingummy".
So off we set. Just before we were due to arrive at destination number one I received a phone call from "Spiros" to say he was waiting at the cafe. So we made a quick change of plan, thinking that we could stop at the cafe first (to meet the second Spiros who had phoned me) and then turn back to Kassiopi to meet Spiros number one, perhaps a bit late, but never mind. Arriving at the cafe, there was a Spiros, but it was Spiros number one, wearing a white shirt ("thingummy"?). By now totally confused, was this the Spiros who was supposed to be at the cafe but not yet, the Spiros with the white "thingummy", or the Spiros who I thought had telephoned to say he would be at the cafe? In my defence, all three had very similar voices, and the phone reception is not good in the Kassiopi area, but even so... We did finnaly get sorted out. There were two Spiros', in the end, both waiting at the cafe (by pure coincidence) and one waiting in Kassiopi. All three were wearing white!
Susan
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