I couldn't sleep. The day was Thursday, February 13th, and Team USA Hockey was about to make its Olympic debut against Marian Hossa's Slovakian team. I was so wired with anticipation that I woke up a full two hours before my alarm was set to blare off. As I waited for my good buddy Cronin to arrive at my River North condo for the 6:30am puck drop, I got a text that would change my life forever.
The minute you wake up call me. They found uncle john dead and your dad wants you to go to the funeral I want you to go with him. Don't want him to travel alone - MOM
This wasn't going to be a walk in the park as my Uncle John lived in Sparta, Greece. Eight hours later, I found myself sitting next to my old man in Business Class aboard an Austrian Airlines flight to Vienna. This following photo journal seeks to document a trip to Greece that I will remember for the rest of my life. While I lost my uncle, I was able to reacquaint myself with my large extended family both in my Dad's hometown of Sparta and in the my family's ancestral χωριό, mountain village, of Vassara. Oh yeah, and incase you were wondering the food in Sparta, Greece, was even better than it looked!
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