home, for a moment..

Strange to come home again after being away for 2 months.  Everything is familiar, yet strange.  Took some getting used to.  But now that we’re just getting used to it, we’re off again, to the cabin for the rest of the month, for some much-needed down-time before the fall semester starts and life gets back on its chaotic track.

So, in the meantime, a very condensed photo essay of our time away:



Well we’re here, and we’re loving it.  This island is absolutely breathtaking.  The food is incredible and the people are wonderfully friendly and accommodating.  Chris works from about 8 until 1:30 when we all meet for a communal lunch, home for a nap, and then back to work from 4:30 to 7ish, get cleaned up and meet up again for a late dinner. 
Izzy is having a wonderful time having the attention of so many adults and is learning a little more Greek everyday (we all are). 
Every day has been laid back and lovely,whether we’re just sitting out in the traverna at the British School or taking walks to the fruit stand down the street, or playing with the kittens we’ve agreed to feed every morning in an olive grove just up the hill from our room.

Everyone (Chris and Izzy included) has gone grocery shopping, so I opted to do a little laundry in exchange for some computer time to myself. I hope to post some more pictures as soon as I can remember to load them onto the computer, but until then, I hope these do.  Carl took these on a recent day trip to Myrtos-Pyrgos (where the pottery that Chris is working on comes from). (thanks Carl!)

three of a kind

We’re off…

…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.