View from on high, the Theatre at Epidarus.

I imagine you're wondering if I still think about Greece, and if I have any more to reveal about our trip earlier this summer. Well yes, for good or for ill, I have one, maybe even two more installments on the Greek travelouge in the pipes. And I do think about it a lot. About what being there meant for me and did to me. Just about being there. It still feels present, if a lifetime ago. For today, though. Just a photo or two, from the early part of our trip.

Quintessential Greek. Blue-checked baklava.

A view you'd never tire of...this was what we saw from our room in Porto Heli, home to Neel's conference.

This is not your daddy's scientific meeting...it was a lot more fun! During the day, our Greek hosts would scout out local restaurants (and do some taste-testing...tough job, huh?) for the group to attend each evening. The dinner surprise was one of my favorite parts of the meeting. I can get paralyzed with indecision, always wondering if something better is just around the bend. But here! Here, we got on a bus, and got off the bus at this lovely spot.

On these nights, my hardest decision was the wine: red or white (and wouldn't you know, I still changed my mind!).

This was a night hued in terracotta. The wine jugs, the candles, the very light. In a country known for it's deep blues, from the onion-domed houses to the wine-dark sea, these oranges were a warm complement. (Get it, Neel? Complement? Har, Har, Har. A little science humor there, the geek rubs off on me too!)

Callum's up and my quiet time is done! After a hectic weekend, Monday is catch-up day around here. Grocery store, some errands, and Underdog while Neel's at a late meeting. I hear it's a real tear-jerker, right Shoshana?