It was Steve, Jessica, and Jake who arrived first. . . with Ruby (Jessica's sister) in tow.
Mark also made it down for part of the weekend. . . However, mid way through saturday's dinner, he muttered something and abruptly fled.
The next day Cemil, Heather, and their kiddos came by (sorry I only have a pic of Andrew, their youngest)
The whoe Crew headed out to the local Greek Church for a Festival. . . (Cemil did NOT tell anyone that he is Turkish!)
On Display there was dancing! 
And Art work!
strange echoes of the past. . .
Perhaps the best part was getting to sit around and talk late into the night. . .
2 comments:
How did that guy get my shirt? I want it back!
Is this the annual Greek festival that Matt and I accompanied you to some years back on the Cape? Ah, pre-blog days, what a different time that was.
Rachel,
You are correct that that is truly your shirt!. . .
Yes, it is the very same greek festival! Although, because that was in pre-blog days, and therefore there is no digital evidence/documentation, it most likely never actually happened. . .
Peace and Souvlaki,
Andrew
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