Valentine’s Day is a borrowed holiday that is definitely not celebrated in the village like it is in the states. It fell on a Monday this year, so Curt and I celebrated on the Sunday before so we could cook a nice meal together. Curt made a delicious lasagna and a Greek salad, while I made cheesecake for desert. We decided that we would forgo gift-giving for these two years and, instead, spend the money on traveling. It’s hard for me not to do something, so I cut his piece of lasagna in a heart and pulled out one of my birthday presents that I thought would capture the cheesiness of this holiday to use as decoration.

I feel like the luckiest girl in the world being married to Curt. He’s my best friend, and he means everything to me. Happy Valentine’s Day.