Two Dinners Continued: Greece

Still smiling but a little worn, I arrive in Greece after a 4-hour flight (with a short lay-over in Zurich).  Unfortunately, I did have to get up at 6 a.m. to catch the bus to the train station in Hilversum and take the train to the airport ... but I did it all on my own.  I was truly an experience traveler.  Once I arrived at the Greece airport, I just needed to wait for Mary and Debi, not wanting to take a taxi or figure out their metro system.  Looking back, I think I could have done it, but it was a memorable sight seeing those two special ladies looking for me in the airport.   Since it was dinner time, we were off ...

May I add that I, again, am a little worn and like the first dinner in the Netherlands, I was in need of a hairbrush and a bit of make-up, which the picture may show, but this dinner stands as the most entertaining and memorable, thanks to the conversation among these four amazing women ...

The dinner itself was simply the Greeks way of eating progressively ... only appetizers delievered two at a time to the table ... but that was plenty.  If I recall correctly, the delectables consisted of the following:  Greek salad, several cheese dishes, meatballs, pork, and of course, the house wine.  To begin the meal, we had a traditional Greek aperitif Raki, and the cheer:  Yamas!

But it was the conversation that was the highlight.  Dr. Susie Michailidis, a vice president of the UIndy Athens Campus recalled the many fond memories she had of my mother Diane and, of course, my father, who traveled with my mother everywhere.  According to Susie, with Dr. Mary McGann agreeing, my mother was a dominant voice of the University of Indianapolis when she was the Registrar, helping to give respect to the campus ... so proud.  To complete the evening, Susie looked at me and said that she had such fond memories of my mother, but added, "Here's to new memories with you."  (I'm sure you can imagine the overwhelming sense of love I felt right then.)  The conversation continued, the laughter heard, the joy infectious ...

Four strong women.  Four voices.  Love.