...and jazz fluting. I forgot to write about the jazz flute...but you'll see it below.
Some of these (i.e. the nice colorful ones) are shamefully stolen from a talented shutterbug, my friend Joyce.
Coffee and kos on a hillside, to the sound of bells clanging as the cows graze.
Luke and I, hitchhikers extraordinaire.
If I do say so myself.
This one's solely for my mumsy. Look, Mom, I met a nun!
And for the actual day of festivities:
the beach at Ksamil where we spent the day
happy fourth! let's be unsociable and read on the beach!
paddleboat WITH A SLIDE out to an island
see that little island out there? we swam back to shore from it!
And the next day, more of the marvelous same: