Loading in the back o the truck
We would break every day at 11 am for lunch. Michael had this weird horn that played happy birthday... now i'll always associate that song with food and naps. After snoozing a little under what shade we could find (there was one lunch tent), we'd go back to work for two more hours. I had a few favorite workmen, one named Seryon who was from Albania... I told everyone that if I would marry him if I were a little Greek woman. He always made fun of my scrawniness, and would yell "Bracchia!" whenever I passed so I would flex my buff arms for him. Peter worked often in our trench as well... he was very good at easy conversations: "Maruva, good?" "Good, Peter!" "Good." He also told me that I should be on television. hahahaha.
Peter and I
My trench and trench-master: Mike, Amanda, Me and Alyssa
Photogrammetry at the site one day
And then we'd go to beach.My trench and trench-master: Mike, Amanda, Me and Alyssa
Photogrammetry at the site one day
I'm also going to include some photos from our last night party. It was lots of fun--it involved Greek dancing and lots of wine. Oh, and we got trophies from the mayor of Pylos. woot!
A sunset from the veranda
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