Does the tavern exist?

By Catherine

I got a mail from Alexa, she writes: I googled the island, you made it sound beautiful. I saw the harbor and houses, it’s so real. So do Kostas and the tavern exist?

I think I can answer this without giving away any spoilers. The answer is actually both yes and no. The tavern exists, I have spent many evenings there sitting on the patio and looking out over the old harbor.

Kostas and Agafi is a different story, they are a fiction of my imagination. The inspiration though actually comes from an old couple that I met on another island in Greece. We were staying at their hotel and they had such an interesting dynamic between them, a very philosophical look on life, especially late in the evening when they sat down in the tavern with their ouzo and started to talk to the remaining guests.

So when I started to write Unexpected Journeys, I didn’t think that much about it. When Agafi and Kostas started to take shape I suddenly recognized them. So I guess the resemblance were accidental.

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Vinden ven med ett öronbedövande ljud runt huset, ett komplext och skrämmande ljud. I bakgrunden fanns ett otäckt susande som aldrig riktigt slutade. I förgrunden knakade och tjöt det i takt med att hela huset skallrade, vilket skapade ett olycksbådande dovt ljud. Vinden fick huset att kränga och vrida sig, som om det försökte skydda sig genom att röra sig i ryckiga kvidande rörelser.


I first met him on a bright summers day, when I almost stumbled over him. He was just a few feet away from our front porch, a tiny little rugged Pica Pica; or Eurasian magpie as he’s more commonly called.

He looked at me with his big, black eyes and he wasn’t scared. When I took a few steps away from the porch, he turned around and walked towards a pile of wood, that my husband had… more

She sat there staring through the airplane window. It was blue sky as far as Helena could see – no other planes, no nothing. If she leaned towards the window, she could see the clouds down below. It was the perfect weather for traveling.

"What are we doing here?" she quietly asked herself. "Is this crazy?"

Helena gazed at her seven-month-old baby boy, soundly asleep in her arms… more