The story of my first wedding in Greece starts with me getting hit by a car.

I was dressed in my prettiest dress, feeling unstoppable and confident that the car at the intersection would stop for the pedestrian so obviously striding across the street.  That confidence was misplaced, however, and the car darted in front of me, rolling over my left foot and coming so close that my elbow slammed into the windshield as it passed me by.  I stood in the middle of the road for a moment, gaping at the taillights shrinking in the distance, then continued on.  I had partying to attend to!  Continue reading →