…and in matching boots no less.
Tomorrow afternoon we’ll all be flying to Greece (with a lovely full day layover in Paris) for 6 whole weeks. Though Chris will be working, (mostly pottery analysis) the kid and I will enjoy life in a new place for a little while. Instead of getting our groceries from the ValueMart across the street, it’ll be at the market in town. Instead of spending afternoons at “garbage park” we’ll get to play in the Edwardian gardens in the archaeological park.
This is the first time we’ve been on a big trip like this together. And since we haven’t had a honeymoon of sorts, I think this can count towards that too. Izzy is so excited to go, and to be on site with her Dad. She (and Chris and I) have been trying to learn a little bit of Greek in the last few weeks. I feel like Henry Jones Sr. whenever she says something, and I ask her to say it again in Greek.
Packing is finished, apartment is clean, laundry done, but I still feel like there’s something more to do, something we’ve forgotten. (I doubt that feeling will subside until we wake up on Crete). And fingers crossed I haven’t forgotten anything important.