kalamata- it's not only olives

"so, i'm greek, right?"

one of my most favorite lines from 'My Big Fat Greek Wedding'.

being a Greek means that if your family had the means, you've had summers in Greece at least once in your life.
I've had about 20 summers in Greece, give or take.

being a Greek means that you have to travel to Greece at least once after you get married...be it to another Greek (which is preferred by most hardcore Greeks, or wanna-be hardcore Greeks) or to a xeno (which means a non-Greek).

have fun trying to bring a Greek who doesn't speak, read or write Greek down to Greece to meet your family- especially if you're married. Fortunately, we didn't have that problem.

Our only problem? Where will we pick up our breakfast before we get to the beach?
LML and I had two requisites for summers in Kalamata- constant access to the beach and some R&R throughout the day.

done and done.

I remember that there were days we would go to the beach twice- in the morning and then during sunset. It was beautiful to watch the sun setting high in the sky while swimming...floating in the arms of your one and only.

The 45 minute walks to get to the beach, and back were also crazy worth it- probably because of our never-ending conversations. We loved walking by cafenia (cafes), watching the tourists (haha), snapping pictures (me- and LML telling me not to because we'd look like tourists)... and the amount of exercise we got between all that walking and all the swimming would lead ultimately to...

gelato.

Now, i don't have any pictures of the gelatos we would get. Why? Because the last summer we were there, my camera decided to kick the bucket about one day into our one month vacation.

Oh, Gelato.

Our nights consisted of: waking after our ciesta- getting all dolled up and hitting a different cafe for coffee or a beer (we'd sampled all the beers in kalamata during our last summer there)...or hitting the hookah cafe on the beach and watching the bellydancers... or going for the most incredible pizza in the world at Pizza Roma.

Ho. Ly. Cow.

Holy Pizza.

food...beach...swimming...r + r...what else is vacation all about?

love me,
the globetrotting gamine

Closet Space

Welcome to my crazy-house. These are snapshots of our closets...

Crazy, right? That doesn't count the two dressers packed with mostly my things...and all the items of clothing LML has left at his parents house. Hopefully, we'll be acquiring some more closet place (wink, wink) within the next year, so that will be a good thing. We are constantly cleaning them out of pieces we have stopped wearing or have deemed worthy for work or gym only. Isn't it crazy?

Yes, and a little messy...

This is the collection of fairies I've started and finally completed, straight from Greece:

From left to right: winter, night, autumn, summer, spring,  and day...I now need a new collection to pursue!

This is our hookah that is used as decor, because no one will teach me how to do it- and LML is too lazy to help when he gets home from work. Poor baby. I love hookah!

Things on the agenda, still? You don't want to know...not even I want to know. But it's true that when things happen, they happen in threes. What a pain. Just when I am starting a new business, a thousand other prospects come into play. Isn't that the way it always is? Geez. That's aside from the gallery entry I wanted to do, the website I wanted to create for my photography, the writing class I wanted to take...yipes.
Slow down, right? I'll just keep writing my to-do list, so please go out and have fun so that I may live vicariously through you, you sweeties!

Much Love,
MG