Supper tonight was a pizza restaurant not too far from Kalavarda. One of the customers in the restaurant introduced herself as being from Montreal. We enjoyed the food very much. And when we asked about baklava for dessert, the waiter told us they didn't have that, but that he would get us some. Soon an ATV was dispatched to head on down to the coast where 'the last piece of baklava' was purchased and delivered to us. When it came time to pay our (very reasonable) bill, Rudy and Brigitta managed to swap bank notes often enough to confuse all of us, and a fairly lengthy and severe laughing bout ensued. Hence the photo.