The Greek has landed in Geneva. And I already made a friend on the train. I thoroughly enjoyed my last koulouri Thessalonikis from my bakery back home this morning. Marietta, Lydia, and Stelina saw me off. My last night in Athens was spent in the midst of family lunch in Varkiza, a visit to play with my niece and nephew, a birthday party, and ending up at a jazz cafe where my housemate Markos was playing with his band. I will miss the Motherland. Lot's of love from Switzerland.
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