I think I have mentioned I am Greek. I am married to an American and we have The Cute, our little daughter that is a half-blood (<-Harry Potter reference). If all goes well, I will take The Cute to Greece this summer. I can’t tell you how excited – and worried at the same time – I am about that. For one, The Cute turns two on June 5th. I will be travelling overseas alone, with a two years old toddler. I expect many hours of wailing and angry stares from the other passengers.
I was thinking of what kinds of posts I could write while away. Everybody knows about Parthenon and ancient Greece and our deep blue sea. But, have you ever wondered how houses really are in other countries? I am not talking about tv specials, I am talking about real life, average homes.
It is March 4 as I type these frozen lines. Outside, the grey, white and slippery winter snow is covering everything. Quite a different story through my computer: pinks and yellows and bright whites, spring wreaths, butterflies and flowers. Spring they say.
Well, the snowman I made earlier today has a few words for all of you that have the audacity to claim it is spring: