The Greek city of Kalamata could quite rightfully be called Calamity that day.

When the bus gets a flat tire in the main intersection of town, everyone needs to find an alternate method of transportation. Even the bus driver is gone, leaving his tools on the ground as he most likely is looking for help. That would be quite a heavy tire to change, assuming he had a spare to put on there.

The coffee store roasts the coffee  right there in the front of the store, but I don’t think they serve coffee. They just sell the beans. Next to the yellow Pepsi crate, is the container of coffee beans that looks like the top part of an old-fashioned washtub. That tub full of beans is heated from underneath to roast the beans while some mechanical arms constantly turn and stir them so they don’t burn. The smell is delicious.

I wonder if the bus driver will get a cup of coffee nearby while he waits for help with his flat tire.

K is for Kalamity. Oops! No, I mean Kalamata where the olives for your Greek salad are grown.