I have a feeling this will be part one of two, but the Greek festival in Pawtucket was my joyful moment today. BIG SURPRISE.
It was the singing and dancing. It was both wonderful and painful. Bitter and sweet. Nostalgia at its finest. I heard some of the songs from Archodissa that Tassos and Nikos used to sing--still sing--and I missed Thassos very much. But I got to dance, and even learn some new dances, so it was a happy moment too.
The homemade moussaka just happened to be a bonus!