The marinated octopus begs description. Opposite beautiful Elektra smiles but offers nothing. John nods and waits for the next smile. And so it goes nod smile nod smile. Desperate to break the cycle John searches for the scraps of Greek he remembers. Somehow though 'I have a pet cat.' hardly seems appropriate. As another love affair fades with the sunset John silently laments his lack of foresight.

Whether you're an island hopper an archeologist or just curious this book will help you leap the language barrier.