Friday, December 03, 2010

It’s All Greek to Me...

Ever since we moved to Holland, Vivynne and Tony have been talking about trying to get us to Greece. Vivynne lived there for several years as a child and Tony (whose father was born in Thessaloniki) spent most of a year living there. The girl’s October break seemed the perfect timing, although they had to pull Ariana and Max out of school. They flew ahead to visit family and we flew in to Athens, spent the night at an airport hotel and caught a flight to the island of Skiathos to meet them for six nights at this villa. The ride up the steep hill was scary, but the view was worth it.
I stupidly crashed my bike just six days before our flight and damaged the ligaments in my ankle. It wasn’t broken, but the doctor prescribed a tight wrapping and crutches for two weeks, which didn’t bode well for an active vacation. Luckily, fate intervened to save our trip. A friend came to pick me up just two days before our departure and said the doctor was wrong; she was a physical therapist pre-kids and instructed me to ditch the crutches and do exercises to strengthen my ankle. So instead of sitting on the couch all week, I was able to get around pretty well.

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