Though it felt like it was late in the afternoon (due to our jet lag, time difference, and grey and rainy skies), it was still only 9 am when we arrived back to the house. Aunt Vicki (Nick’s wife) began to prepare breakfast for everyone as we sat around the table telling stories over coffee and tea. We were exhausted; we were refreshed and energized to get to know the rest of our long-lost family. Maybe the 9:30 am shots of Tsippouro (home made grape liquor) that uncle Nick poured for us had something to do with it? Yeah, probably…
Irene and Cameron’s sons David and Luke (5 and 3 years old) ran around the kitchen, dining room, and table getting us to play games with them as we all caught up from the years lost. As we had arrived amidst the Christmas craziness, they even had awesome new super-hero costumes to show us. Apparently they think I look like Iron Man, because they demanded that I put on the Iron Man costume and fake fight the bad guys with them!
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