Or scarves. Or astronaut fashion. Or raining men. It gets a little weird. Check it out.)
I’m a week into a two-week trip to Greece, about which I’m sure I’ll have more to say later. For the moment, though, there are six thousand years’ worth of ruins that aren’t going to trudge through themselves, and a spanakopita calling to me from a taverna down the street.
Of course, it’s calling to me in Greek, which I don’t understand, so maybe it’s saying “Don’t eat me! Don’t eat me!“. That would be truly unfortunate for it when I finally get over there. I hope its tears are delicious.
Anyway, in lieu of actual writing, here’s an ecard — just like the ones we used to know. Stin ygeia mas!Permalink | No Comments