June is full of strawberries, birthdays, and the color green. Hiding amongst the long grass on our hill is a patch of wild strawberries. It’s a race to gather them before the chipmunks and birds realize they’re ripe, making each morsel we find that much more delicious. It is also a time of birthdays for many friends and family. Plenty of cakes, along with multiple renditions of the happy birthday song. There is also the glorious abundance of green. Green on the path of my daily walks. Green in the garden. And of course green on our plates, including spanakopita.




Right after college I decided to travel. With no job, a small nest egg, and the robust exchange rate of the early 1980s, I left the US for Europe. The plan was to first meet up with a dear friend in Greece who was winding up her junior year abroad, then connect with my Aunt Connie who planned to spend much of that summer in Athens with friends. Afterwords I would go where ever the winds and my Eurorail Pass took me.
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