He even made a little friend on the way back. A neuro-typical kid his age who could care less if Panayioti wasn’t answering any of his questions because we had tons of toys and his mommy only let him bring one for the trip from Athens! 🙂 Continue reading But look how cute he was sitting outside on the deck of the ferry!
Everything was great up until I took the little guy down to the private section of the beach and he sat on top of a woman who was sunbathing and just cried his eyes out in between bouts of putting sand in his mouth. It all went even more downhill from there. One afternoon I … Continue reading Our fancy schmancy resort – Tinos Beach Hotel
Beautiful, breathtaking, and truly magnificent. “Do you think he’ll start talking as soon as we enter?” I jokingly asked my husband. If only it were that simple. Autism families from around the world would be lined up outside. I hope I don’t get misunderstood. I am a believer, a strong one. I have faith. But … Continue reading Our Lady of Tinos
Last summer, as a sort of pilgrimage, we went to the island of Tinos with Panayioti (hubby, Panayioti and I, without the baby). We took little day trips around the island visiting picturesque villages. We stayed at a fancy schmancy resort. We dined at some of the best tavernas. We, of course, paid our respects to … Continue reading Last summer’s ‘vacation’ in Tinos
Because a weekend in this house WITHOUT dessert would just be blasphemous but on the other hand it is way too hot and humid to be baking I reminisced of the one and only dessert I used to make when I was a kid. This takes like no time at all! I managed to make it … Continue reading Easy Peasy Summertime Dessert
I’ve recently befriended a mom of twins, an expat living here in Greece with her Greek husband (she’s from California) and we were talking about our experiences with interviews in Greece, how long it’s been since we went out for coffee in peace and quiet, and, well, our kids. She said something that’s been stuck … Continue reading No more lonely moments.
Right. That’s what I overheard being said to a little boy around 5 years old today on the street. I’m not a child psychiatrist but I’m pretty sure that’s not the right way to stop a little boy from crying. Especially if he’s in pain, real pain. The boy in question was actually shoved by … Continue reading Men don’t cry.