Today I received an email from my friend, Alexandra. She just moved to California from Rhode Island, having defended her dissertation and become a doctor, and her message was the highlight of my day.
Alexandra and I met two years ago, when I had just returned from Greece and was living the Greece-obsessed life.* Alexandra, for the record, is Greek, from Crete, and she has a Greek friend named Vaios.
*"was"= am still
Vaios and I had been introduced, and he knew I was obsessed with Greece, so he started inviting me to other people's houses--Panos and Erini, Alexandra. She was having a party one night with graduate students and in walks this American girl who has no affiliation other than "I'm here because you're Greek!"
Thankfully, she's the nicest person you'll ever meet, and she made me feel right at home. I have a vague recollection of eating all her hummus and taking a Viber call in her bedroom. And yet she still befriended me! She has always greeted me warmly, with a genuine smile and invitation to sit and join her parea. I have been so fortunate to follow her travels to Greece and to have had her follow mine.
And that is where her letter comes in today, words of kindness for my writings on Greece. I feel so encouraged to have her support, and I know that Brown will be emptier without her.
Καλή επιτυχία, η φίλη μου. Πολύ αγάπη.
Good luck, my friend. Much love.