Xrisanthi is queen of the Vodafone shop in Skopelos Village. There she sits behind the counter dressed in her bright red Vodafone shirt overseeing sim cards, data plans, topping up minutes—whatever you need, Xrisanthi can do it with efficiency and pleasure. For all the technological wonders she can perform, in looks she resembles a modern-day Snow White—rich black hair tumbling over her shoulders beginning in a bold widow’s peak, skin pale as a cumulus cloud, heart-shaped lips set in a pleasing purse. Her face too is a perfect heart-shape. In fact, all about Xrisanthi is as delicious to behold as a box of valentine chocolates.
But don’t be fooled. Xrisanthi is smart and capable and has an eye for economy too. I ask if she can make my old iPhone sim card—a large bulky affair— fit my new iPhone which requires a tiny streamlined sim. Out from her drawer comes not a fancy clipper or iPhone-issued cutter but instead a small pair of nail scissors. Now she cuts expertly holding the tiny plastic piece in her red manicured fingers. “Here,” she says snapping it into place inside the phone. “I just saved you ten euros!”