The first Greek woman who stopped me as I entered the area where my ancestors are from. She spoke to me for nearly thirty mintues about my families history, of which I understood little. What I did understand is that she kept saying she loved me while pinching my cheeks. She was so happy to hear I was a farmer and later brought me old seeds for her variety of zucchini!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
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