Actually, we did this quite by accident. In addition to being the Summer Solstice, June 20 was also the first day of Liam’s summer break and Holy Spirit Monday, a Greek public holiday. So, you guessed it, pretty much everything was closed. It was just as well — Violet’s nose was running like a faucet and my entire skull felt like one giant underwater sinus headache, so we weren’t in any condition to do any sight-seeing. Still, I felt bad for Liam, who laid around the house and lamented his long, boring summer vacation. Apparently he’s immune to this terrible cold, but not to whining.
So after I got Violet to bed, I let Liam stay up late. He wanted to swim on the rooftop, so we filled the little wading pool and watched as my rooftop lights twinkled on one by one. I wished I could have a glass of wine. I marveled at how he’d been so loud in the house during the day, and he played almost completely in silence once he was outside. Figures. As we were getting ready to go inside, I looked up and saw the most beautiful, bigger-than-life full moon rising in the East. I grabbed my camera and tripod, and while Liam toweled off I snapped a few dozen photos. It’s been ages since I actually used the different settings on my camera, so I just kept flipping the little wheel around and snapping with my remote, trial and error style. The photo editing software that came with my Surface 3 is surprisingly robust, so I was able to fix them up decently. Photos of the moon never look as good as they do in person, but it was still an amazing sight.