When we awoke Easter morning, our neighbors were preparing their grills. A Weber grill would not cut it in Greece. Their grills are about five and a half feet long by two feet wide and include a motorized rotisserie. They use wood rather than briquettes. The Greek Easter is like Christmas in the United States. See the previous post. Easter is an important holiday. The kids are off school the week before Easter and the week after. When I saw the grills I thought to myself, it would be great if they let us try a piece of lamb.
About 10 in the morning, Marcia said hello to neighbor to the right. Marcia does not know a stranger. Soon I joined the discussion and after a few minutes, the neighbor, Mike, mentioned he would bring us a plate of lamb. Marcia thought he said he would have us over to eat. Marcia sliced oranges and cake to take over to them. Later, our neighbor brought us a large plate of lamb and homemade tzatziki sauce. After we ate some of it, Marcia decided to go ahead and drop off what we had planned to bring; a bottle of wine, cut oranges, and sliced pieces of cake. As we approached, we were immediately welcomed to the celebration.
We met Mike’s wife, Desi, and her parents, and grandparents. We were introduced to Desi’s younger sister and brother. One week ago Desi gave birth to their first child, a daughter. We interacted with the grandparents with the assistance of Mike and Desi who were great translators. To say we felt welcome would be an understatement. Although we had just eaten, they insisted on filling a plate for us. They gave us two glasses of sweet wine that reminded me of Manischewitz. The lamb had the flavor of 6 or 7 hours of wood smoked cooking. They loaded the plate for Marcia so I said we would share. The had also cooked Greek sausage on the grill. I had seen in the butcher’s case and had been tempted to buy it, but I wasn’t sure how to order just one. Since the opportunity presented itself, I asked for a piece of the sausage. It was longer than a hot dog and about the same thickness. It was good but I was glad I did not order it at the butcher and end up with a kilo of it.
The interaction reminded me of an American Thanksgiving dinner, but without a football game on the television. It was just the family smiling and having a good time. Mike is a sea captain who is responsible for one of the Greek ferries. He is a super nice guy and has a charming wife, who is an apprentice sea captain. They told us that on Easter Sunday everyone eats the big meal and then takes a nap. Desi’s parents and grandparents retired to the house and Desi, Mike, Marcia and I continued to talk. Mike talked about how challenging it is to bring a ferry into a harbor when the winds were high and there was little room for a error. He mentioned that every moment you have to think about your options and at critical times there is no room for mistakes.
Since others we meet during our travels often asked about the upcoming US election, I felt comfortable to bring up the question that some many had asked, Donald Trump. Mike explained that five or six years ago the liberals were elected in Greece with the same sort of bravado talk. Lots of big talk and as the Greeks have learned, it turned to be a disaster in that nothing changed. On May 3, it will be interesting how the citizens of our great state of Indiana vote.
On our short walk back to our house, the neighbors across the way were still grilling. Marcia knew I did not have any pictures of lamb being grilled. Marcia asked if we could take a picture. I went inside and got the camera.
Marshall was the name of the company that our neighbor worked for. Since we arrived near the moment that the meal was ready, we were encouraged to join them upstairs in the garden area.