Chapter 1 is written in third person, a cinematic introduction set in the village of Plomari located on the island of Lesvos. You will notice the name used is Katerina eventhough my actual name is Katina. That’s because that is the name people chose to call me in Greece. There was some negative connotation associated with the name Katina in Greece - so some insisted on calling me Katerina. And it stuck.

As I waited in the security line, I was carrying three things with me – a leave of absence from Yale, a search for my grandfather’s birth certificate in his village, and the quiet hope of finding love.

As he moved and lurched around the dance floor, he looked up at the evening sky, closed his eyes and belted out the words of the ballad with sweet satisfaction.

Michael had never met a single blood relative until he met me in the summer of 2023 on the island of Lesvos.

My Yiayia Theone edited a Greek community cookbook and growing up, it was always used in our kitchen and our cousin’s kitchens.

What I didn't realize – until this year – was that it was published in 1966, the year I was born. And I had not yet read the full preface that she wrote.

She wrote about the islands she had visited and the food she ate there. The Lemonothasos — lemon forest — in Galata. The almond cakes of Mykonos. The sardines of Lesvos. The Froutalia of Andros. Plomari the birthplace of her Yiayia Dafne.

Thirty years later, in the summer of 1997, I went to those same places. I ate those same foods. And only afterward did I go back and read the full preface – connecting it to the places I had visited. She had described it all in her own beautiful words. Long before I ever arrived.

The cookbook was published the year I was born. She died when I was seven. I never really got to know her.

But somehow, she left me a map.

Called to Greece — currently seeking a publisher. More to come.