But why, oh why?

But before I head down the way I left hanging in the previous post (I guess I’ll have plenty of time to talk about Sun Sea & Sailing and boats and daysailers and sportsboats and racing and cruising – which, according to my friends and family, once I start it’s almost impossible to stop…), maybe I should “explain” how I got to Greece in the first place…
While in my last year of University, living it up like any other student that encounters himself in the imminent position of stopping being one, I dropped by the coffee shop where some Erasmus friends were hanging around amid a class break and something, or better yet, somebody, caught my eye… That somebody, being Greek and me a Portuguese – having just lost the Euro Cup in our own turf to them – the first conversation I ever had with my nowadays wife was a rather “warm” “exchange of points of view” about football, parking buses in front of the goal letting no-one pass and 20 year old “cry-babies" that should have run a bit more… The rest, as they say, is history…