My Story
I came to Greece back in 1990, mainly to immerse myself in the cultural and historical… ok, to have a party in Malia, Crete. The party continued onto Rhodes and here I met my husband, Moscos.
I had my own big, fat Greek wedding which I didn’t understand a word of, but that was ok because I wasn’t required to speak. I loved all the ceremonial aspects though – the wedding crowns, the common cup and taking our first steps as husband and wife in the dance of Isiah, whilst getting pelted by sugared almonds and rice. Oh and that other quaint greek tradition of stamping on your partners foot to assert who will wear the trousers in the marriage. We both ending up kicking each other so I took that as a draw.
My two gorgeous girls were born within the first 3 years of our marriage so I guess the rice throwing worked. I don’t know what ingredient gave me the gift of the wonderful relationship we have, or what made them into the kindest people I know. But I do know that their Dad would have been proud.
We lost Moscos to acute myeloid Leukemia in 2018. If you are a blood donor or on a bone marrow donor register, I love you already.
I love inter-anything weddings, I was in one myself for 20 years so I am sensitive to the complexities and richness that it brings. I especially love the Greek mixes as I can relate. I have a respectful understanding of the complexities of combining Greekness with anything else-ness.
My home is on the sun-kissed island of Rhodes still, as well as in Pireaus, Athens. I feel at home anywhere in Greece, whether it’s up a mountain or on the sea. The air, the water, the light, the echoes of past lives and loves, I don’t know what it is. But I don’t need to know, the ‘knowing’ is enough.
When I’m not doing Celebranty stuff, you can find me up a mountain, sailing, or chilling with the family (dogs and humans.)
