It is a lovely country.

Full of beauties of all imaginable kinds, and the people are brave, and strong, and simple, and seem full of nice qualities.

They are very, very superstitious.

In the first house where we stopped, when the woman who served us saw the scar on my forehead, she crossed herself and put out two fingers towards me, to keep off the evil eye.

I believe they went to the trouble of putting an extra amount of garlic into our food, and I can't abide garlic.