So on Wednesday or Thursday night of last week my sister had a soccer game in Greece. My dad grew up in Greece,and my great uncle (my grandpa's brother) still lives there. This is the man who speaks with a thick Italian accent (hard to understand sometimes) even though he's been "off the boat" (Mary!!) for something like 50 years now. and kisses you on both cheeks to greet you. He's very, very Italian.
So after my sister's soccer game we head over there and marvel at his amazing garden. It's like a frickin jungle.He has tomatoes, greens, mint, basil, peppers, eggplant, broccoli, fava beans, swiss chard, and probably 15 other things that I couldn't identify. He also has a cherry tree, a peach tree, a fig tree, and an apple tree. It's truly amazing to see so much garden in so small a backyard. Anyway, I try some fava beans, and start eating them like popcorn. All of it makes me nostalgic for my childhood and reminds me of my grandpa.
Anyway, we go inside and eat this amazing zucchini dish and some fabulous homemade biscotti and my grandma, great aunt, and uncle reminisce about the old country. Overall it was a wonderful evening.
Also, I vowed to save enough money to pay for myself, my grandma , and my brother to go to Italy so she can see the place where her parents were born. I aim to accomplish this within the next 7 years.
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