Greek Honeymoon

I can't even begin to describe how fantastic Greece was. We took tours of the Acropolis and museum, three of the Greek isles (there are 1,000s of islands), a mountain tour through vineyards and orchards, and a trip to the edge of the southern coast. We were busy but we tried to cram as much as we could into our honeymoon.

We loved sitting in the open-air eateries and tavernas, watching the people pass by. I loved the Greek foods. Tom tolerated the Greek foods. (We did eat one meal at McDonalds so he could have a fast-food fix.) Fresh tomatoes, cucumbers, olive oil and breads were abundant and delicious. I especially loved the homemade pistachio ice cream served in a pistachio orchard on one of the islands.

Our tour guides were a lot of fun and we enjoyed learning more about the history of Greece and the ruins we visited. Except for one tour guide who just shouted at us. She scared me.

I was amazed at all the graffiti in the city--and everywhere in the country. Our hotel was in a questionable part of town (think drug dealers, pimps, hookers and sex shops) so it was an adventure every night walking back to our room. We got to be experts on using the metro train line and finding our way around downtown Greece.

We went down to the pier one night for dinner but couldn't find any restaurants. After walking for blocks, my sandal broke right in front of a taverna (thank Zeus) but I had to walk home half-barefoot from there. I scrubbed my feet for hours in the hotel.

We loved it all. Even the various mishaps (converter exploding, emergency landing coming home across the Atlantic, my feet swelling up to the size of pumpkins, shoes breaking, not speaking Greek---at all, Euro conversion, etc.) were funny.

Glad to be home and very grateful for the opportunity to see things I'll probably never see again.

Easter in the Snow

It was a great Easter--especially since mom was here from North Carolina. Everyone wanted her time and attention including all the grandkids--and great-grandkids.


She was able to see (and hold) Cameron for the first time and she was amazed at how hairy he is. That led to a discussion about how hairy we all were as babies (and some of us still are).


Because of the freakin' snowstorm, the kids went insane looking for Easter eggs in the basement--and we went insane listening to them. No one wanted the two eggs the Easter Bunny had dropped in the toilet. Sadistic Bunny.