Last day in paradise

Today, we met Kostas for a return trip to Portianou where we met more cousins. Evengelia and her ailing father Yiannis Haramis (the last living Haramis male in the area) welcomed us into their home for cherry juice (Eena was thrilled). Evengelia and my dad are either second or third cousins. We met one of her sons (she has four in their 40s) and Kostas’ uncle Harry. We then waited over an hour for a taxi to arrive. When the taxi arrived, someone was sitting in the passenger’s seat, so Kostas, Dad, D, Eena, Baba and I all sat in the back seat as the car made its way down the long, windy mountainous road. Today, we discovered that Kostas’ grandmother used to be the mayor of Myrina in the 1990s. Eena feel asleep on Kostas’ lap, another sure sign that our new cousin has so quickly become a happy face for the kids.

The rest of the day, we napped, played ping-pong and just rested as we enjoyed our last day in Limnos. Tonight, we have a late flight to Athens (where we’ll spend the day tomorrow).

During our trip, Eena and Baba said/learned new things. Eena doggie paddled with floaties yesterday for the first time. Baba now says: “I mean it.” … “Really.” … and “I’m hungry.” Both girls learned to speak a little Greek as well, particularly “Yiasou” (hello to you, and goodbye, as well) and Epharisto (pronounced here, “faristo”) meaning thank you.