Our home for the next few weeks was a two floor apartment above a restaurant. On the bottom floor was a kitchen and a small couch. Big windows on the front of the house faced the ships if you looked down from the windows you could see people sitting out side the restaurant eating, or you'd see people working there boats or walking the long side walk that lay beside the mored ships. The top floor was separated by a short stair case up there was two small bedrooms with slanted ceilings six feet off the floor. On the ceiling were windows. I would often stand on top of a chair and poke my head out of the window. From up there I could see the hole town, the long rows of shops that lay at the center, the bright houses, and the far off olive groves that grew out of rocky winding hills. The entrance to the house was a door on the side of an alley that separated our home from the house of a local family.