I arrived back home in Thessaloniki around noon on Pascha Sunday, and we then headed over for a big feast at Paris' house, where they were roasting not one, but TWO, goats on a spit. (In Greece, lamb and goat are interchangeable.) Above and below, you can see Paul helping his godfather, Paris, and Paris' uncle get the goat off the spit just after they took it off.
Paul helped put out the coals with the hose.
Here's Phoebe playing a little soccer in the yard.
And here are Paul and Phoebe eating cake for desert. As you can see, they liked it -- they were trying to lick every last crumb off their plates. Paul even got some on his face to save for later.
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