On the other hand, the details come from a diary I kept from the afternoon of July 16 2002, when I left work to start my Greek vacation, to the somewhat depressing morning of August 10th when I woke back on Bainbridge.
It's not a pretty document to read - garbled, grumbling, mealy-mouthed, self-chastising … hard to find anything worth quoting.
I also seem incapable of formatting it right so that the photos fall in any aesthetic order. I will return to fix these later.
I went with my younger daughter, Anna (11 at the time) of whom no better fellow traveler do I know: alert, punctual, always in the moment and, unlike her father, NOT given to feeble moaning and despair at the first setback.
Photos: I see from my notes that I was failing to correctly use something called 'Zoombuster' , hence the dearth of photos, in addition to which I have in the intervening years managed to lose *all* my photos on hard disk by reinstalling XP in an effort to correct some footling malfunction that I forget.
July 25: My brother and sister-in-law arrive which adds greatly to the gaiety. Also, alas, to certain inevitable confrontations and rumblings common to all long-time-no-see family reunions but of which poor Anna catches the worst and is not well defended by me.
Anna was at her loveliest and endearingly obsessed with washing her hair in exotic parfums grècques, after which trying to straighten her naturally wavy locks. Her aunt Coy was a great help here.