That morning we arrived at my uncle's house for family dinner.
γεια σας! I thought I heard you guys out here. Come in, come in!
Why are you so excited all the sudden?
I'm so excited for lunch!
Because every time we are with the family I feel more Greek!
Everyone was gathered around a table full of delicious authentic Greek dishes.
Everyone look who has arrived!
*Chatter from all sides of the room*
το παστίτισο ήταν θαυμάσιο της οποίας η συνταγή είναι;
Σας ευχαριστώ! Είναι μια παλιά συνταγή οικογένειας
"Thank you! It is an old family recipe."
"The pastitsio was amazing! Whose recipe is it?"
Pappoú look at me!
What is going on? I never understand what they're saying.
I wish I was more Greek...
Everyone into the living room for dancing!
Metaxia come dance with us!
You'll never learn if you don't try!
I can't. I don't know how. I'm not Greek enough.
Of course you are!
Come on! We'll teach you!!
No one there thought I was any less Greek. That idea was all in my head. All I had to do was include myself because I was just as Greek as anyone there.