I was lucky enough to grow up close to my grandparents. my grandmother who insisted that we call her yia yia (which is greek for grandma) would watch us when my mom had errands to run during the day sometimes. she used to take us to McDonalds to get lunch by her house some days as a treat. i have a memory of her little old lady afro bouncing back and forth in the front seat of her grocery-getter oldsmobile as we drove away from the drive thru and i dug into my hamburger in the back seat. she was a sweet lady with a fiery spirit. tough as nails like the ladies from the old country, fortunately she could cook like those ladies too. this is the last picture i took of my grandmother this year smiling in her bed. love you yia yia
big sur: last weekend i took a last minute trip to big sur with a van full of awesome people. my friend keegan had the keys to the Insight van, some tents, plenty of charcuterie to go around, and a cooler completely full of tecate. the van overheated at least 5 times during the drive up and a few times on the way back. we stopped on the side of the road and drank tecates whenever that happened and waited for it to cool down. we made the best of it to say the least. the radiator sprung a leak once but we managed to buy some stop leak from a chevron with a massive chandelier hanging in it. never underestimate a fancy gas station. camp sites were full so we managed to squat on a green patch in between two dirt roads that we made our own and could fit all of our tents. the beaches were incredible, the water and coastline were so vibrant. i want to go back..