May 30th is my birthday, and June 1st Olga's. So we split the difference and had a party on the 31st. We drove to a section nestled into the foothills of Olympos, with a small army of friends and relations and enough food for a much larger one.
Here's the idyllic setting:
The chef at work (Olga's dad), and the fruits of his labours:
Here's the table; note (a) there's absolutely no space anywhere on it, and (b) the supply of excellent homemade red wine.
There was music.
There was dancing.
There were children everwhere.
There was cake...
... with freshly-picked cherries.
A tortoise showed up...
... also beautiful Greek women ...
... and a mule.
Of course we had to take a family portrait (with someone else's car):
And late in the day we bade farewell to Olympos and headed home.