Today is one of those Sundays when Greek Easter coincides with "that other Easter" and I regret to admit that year again I flubbed the traditional greeting.
The Greek was already sitting at the table reading the paper when I stumbled into the kitchen. I was just reaching for the espresso machine when...
Greek: Christos Anesti.
Me: Oh, right. That.
Greek: "That"?
Me: I'm sorry, how's that go again?
Greek: Christos Anesti. Christ is risen. Alithos Anesti. Truly he is risen.
Me: OK. Go again.
Greek: Christos Anesti.
Me: Alithos Anesti.
... So many years, you'd think I'd have it down by now. He just sighed.
I need to remember this next Christmas when it simply doesn't occur to him to get me a present.
Swiss girl marries Greek boy.