How do you say "Happy Easter" in Greek?
That's the only thing I didn't figure out this weekend. As you all know, I went to Montreal this weekend to do Easter with the Greeks- well it was an Italian/Greek thing- it was FUN.
Ok so- the sister, the husband and the dog didn't come along. The sister and the dog were both sick..it must have been the thought of that baby lamb roasting on the spit. But that's ok, it sure was DAMN GOOD! We arrived Saturday by noon and the eating didn't stop until Monday when we left. I'm not even exaggerating. Saturday's meal was all the 'gross' things you find inside a lamb that gets taken out when you prepare it for roasting on the spit. Read that as the heart, lungs, liver, kidneys and intestines sliced and barbequed...Just to clarify...I didn't eat any of that stuff. The men sure liked it. Now Sunday was the day I was waiting for...my cousin Rick told us that the roasting would be starting at 6am...there was no way I was going to be there that early. Also being Easter Sunday, we had to make our way to church. I ended up attending an Italian mass said by a French Priest. So needless to say-fun would not be the word I would use to describe that. When that was done, it was a quick change of clothes and off to Rick's house for the grub. I'll be generous with the time, and say it was about 11:30am when we got there- he had bbq'd sausages on the grill that were sliced and served with lots of cheese (both Italian and Greek) and olives (again both Italian and Greek) outside around the spit. It was so cool. We got to meet Cathy's (that's Rick's girl) family- so we met Dimitri (her dad) and George (her brother). We also met her cousin Matula and her brother Chris. Very cool people. Once we made our way inside the house we found Cathy at the stove gasp! and her sister-in-law Joanna, her mother Christine and her younger sister Maria. Also playing upstairs were Joanna's children Kristina, Maria and her baby son Dimitri sleeping his little heart out. He's only a month and a half old. So he was allowed to sleep- bu the fact that he could sleep with that the noise that we were making was pretty miraculas!
So we had girl talk inside and boy talk outside with the occasional mingling of the sexes when food was to be eaten. By the time dinner was served, let's just say that everybody was feeling pretty good. And by pretty good...I mean pretty good.
Now here comes by favourtie moment of the night. Dimitri aka Jimmy was talking to Frank (this by the way was the first time both sets of parents met eachother) but his English was very peppered with Greek (which we don't speak) and after about 10 minutes of talking he stopped and looked at Frank as if he was waiting for a response. Now Frank having no clue as to what was just said to him, looks at my dad and says, 'traduca per me' meaning 'translate for me'- in Italian, and my dad having no clue said 'no hablo espanol' which means 'i don't speak spanish' in Spanish. It was said with such a dead pan face that the whole table burst out laughing. It was such a classic moment.
Throughout the night at the house we had four languages (French, Italian, Greek and English) constantly being spoken to 16 people. That's pretty good odds. And it could have been 5 but nobody spoke Spanish even though people present did speak that language!
Chiro and his girlfriend also popped in for a quick hello but he left as fast as he arrived. He says hi to everyone. We left Ricky's house around midnight stuffed to the gills and having had a wonderful Easter.
We've been invited next week again for the Greek Easter...who knows, we might have round 2!
Ok so- the sister, the husband and the dog didn't come along. The sister and the dog were both sick..it must have been the thought of that baby lamb roasting on the spit. But that's ok, it sure was DAMN GOOD! We arrived Saturday by noon and the eating didn't stop until Monday when we left. I'm not even exaggerating. Saturday's meal was all the 'gross' things you find inside a lamb that gets taken out when you prepare it for roasting on the spit. Read that as the heart, lungs, liver, kidneys and intestines sliced and barbequed...Just to clarify...I didn't eat any of that stuff. The men sure liked it. Now Sunday was the day I was waiting for...my cousin Rick told us that the roasting would be starting at 6am...there was no way I was going to be there that early. Also being Easter Sunday, we had to make our way to church. I ended up attending an Italian mass said by a French Priest. So needless to say-fun would not be the word I would use to describe that. When that was done, it was a quick change of clothes and off to Rick's house for the grub. I'll be generous with the time, and say it was about 11:30am when we got there- he had bbq'd sausages on the grill that were sliced and served with lots of cheese (both Italian and Greek) and olives (again both Italian and Greek) outside around the spit. It was so cool. We got to meet Cathy's (that's Rick's girl) family- so we met Dimitri (her dad) and George (her brother). We also met her cousin Matula and her brother Chris. Very cool people. Once we made our way inside the house we found Cathy at the stove gasp! and her sister-in-law Joanna, her mother Christine and her younger sister Maria. Also playing upstairs were Joanna's children Kristina, Maria and her baby son Dimitri sleeping his little heart out. He's only a month and a half old. So he was allowed to sleep- bu the fact that he could sleep with that the noise that we were making was pretty miraculas!
So we had girl talk inside and boy talk outside with the occasional mingling of the sexes when food was to be eaten. By the time dinner was served, let's just say that everybody was feeling pretty good. And by pretty good...I mean pretty good.
Now here comes by favourtie moment of the night. Dimitri aka Jimmy was talking to Frank (this by the way was the first time both sets of parents met eachother) but his English was very peppered with Greek (which we don't speak) and after about 10 minutes of talking he stopped and looked at Frank as if he was waiting for a response. Now Frank having no clue as to what was just said to him, looks at my dad and says, 'traduca per me' meaning 'translate for me'- in Italian, and my dad having no clue said 'no hablo espanol' which means 'i don't speak spanish' in Spanish. It was said with such a dead pan face that the whole table burst out laughing. It was such a classic moment.
Throughout the night at the house we had four languages (French, Italian, Greek and English) constantly being spoken to 16 people. That's pretty good odds. And it could have been 5 but nobody spoke Spanish even though people present did speak that language!
Chiro and his girlfriend also popped in for a quick hello but he left as fast as he arrived. He says hi to everyone. We left Ricky's house around midnight stuffed to the gills and having had a wonderful Easter.
We've been invited next week again for the Greek Easter...who knows, we might have round 2!
3 Comments:
now I've been relegated to "the sister" nice....
I was TRYING to protect your identity! Next time I'll just use your REAL names....geez!!
O I C ........... hahahaha
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