
All right, maybe it wasn't that big. But still...

Andrew and Tamara doing the Greek Bob

hunting for fish

A woman in every port.









A blog. Partly about food. Mostly to post pictures for friends.







And the money shot: Zora in the baptismal font. And in case you were wondering, that font wasn’t exactly cemented to the ground. It was like an overgrown flower vase, on a pedestal. It’s made for infants, for crying out loud! Sure I look calm and collected on the outside, but my left arm is gripping that baby pretty good. There was also the moderate risk of Zora’s bed sheet, I mean robe, catching fire. I’m thinking Zora catches fire, in a pool of water, which falls over, priest kids run over and little pails of water, utter chaos… I mean the story would be great, but it can’t be a fortuitous omen for a Christian life.