I set off from Athens this morning in a rented Fiat Punto, navigating that city's concrete jungle--reminded by my friend Koula that one is meant to stop at the red lights, a known fact rendered irrelevant by a lack of sleep--but in the end made it seamlessly to Corinth and then on the twisty roads of the rural Argolid toward Spetses, birthplace of my grandmother (1899). I arrived at the sleepy town of Kosta, across the channel from Spetses, parked the car and took the slow ferry to my destination.
The object of this journey: a wedding. The bride-to-be is my second cousin, Tina, who is marrying a fine gentleman from Leeds, UK, where they both live. The invited guests include a large handful of the groom's family, many first-time visitors to Greece. They discovered in relatively short order that eating unconscionable quantities of food until 2 a.m. is part of our cultural heritage. And for those who wish, a bit of wine is also in order.
Here are a few images from the ride here, and one of the final destination.
The object of this journey: a wedding. The bride-to-be is my second cousin, Tina, who is marrying a fine gentleman from Leeds, UK, where they both live. The invited guests include a large handful of the groom's family, many first-time visitors to Greece. They discovered in relatively short order that eating unconscionable quantities of food until 2 a.m. is part of our cultural heritage. And for those who wish, a bit of wine is also in order.
Here are a few images from the ride here, and one of the final destination.
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