When we weren't doing archeology...

The Games of Chris: Without its roof, even Mighty Knossos must fall. Tunnel, Tunnel, Don't Drown. Who can throw the girl the farthest. Flotilla of Death.
		The beautiful town of Nauplion.

Other memorable words and moments from the summer:

"Are you only?"

(John Fischer told us about this botched pick-up which comes from mistranslating "mono" which means both "only" and "alone" in Greek)

Feeling Peckish?

When moving with brisk-walking companions through a crowded, unfamiliar area of Athens, thick with Gypsies and shoe-salesmen, never forget to turn your back to stop and find something to eat, preferably with someone whose navigational incompetence mirrors your own. (And no, I am not speaking hypothetically.)

Dining in Makronitsa

Us: "We'd like to have dinner."
Management: "Let me go get my family."

Questions, Questions, Questions...

"Do you have any finds with those blocks?"

One of our speakers: "Inquisitiveness shows intelligence, when you ask questions, it means you're thinking . . ."

Peter: "You've been pretty quiet today Ian . . . are you alright?"

Flirting

"Will twinkle for baklava."

• When John Fischer bought us a carafe of wine in Nafplio on July 4.

• Ouzeri Toumboulika, Thessaloniki - Probably the best eggplant I've had in my life.
• Aigina - The seafood place that Peter brought us to served the finest calamari I've ever had.
• Makronitsa - For Nate's birthday, the best sausage he'd ever had.