Before I left for Athens, my grandparents called to say goodbye. “Just don’t marry a Greek man!” my grandma said.
“But that’s my plan!” I answered.
“Tricia can marry whoever she wants,” my grandpa said.
I knew what my grandma was worried about. “If I do marry a Greek man,” I assured her. “I’ll make sure he is okay with frequent trips to Peoria so we can see you often.”
“Okay,” she said. “Just make sure he’s a Christian.” Continue reading