"No arms. No chocolate."
I'm not even sure what that means.
But I'm going to start saying it all the time.

It was like being in a Greek drama where the son returns to dethrone his father.

I had to look up where Faro and Heraklion were. I certainly wouldn't have said, "Oh, Faro! Use a mandolin-looking thing for the visual. They play those all the time there."


