Today my grandfather wanted to take us up to his land again now that my sister, Anastassia, was here. This time, however, we took it one step further and went all the way up to the little house on the top of the mountain that my grandfather had grown up in. The building doesn’t look like much now but we could easily see the memories he still has, including ones with my mother growing up as a child and spending her summers there.
Later we stopped by the small town of Monastiraki and visited the beautiful port and church that Anastassia was actually baptized at. Some of these photos have turned out to be a few of my favorite of the trip.