Our story begins way back in 1956 when our grandmother, who we affectionately call Yiayia, departed from Athens on a one-way ticket headed straight for Brisbane, Australia.
Almost four weeks later, Yiayia found herself in this strange new land, surrounded by unfamiliar people, confronted with a language completely foreign to her. And yet, as a young newlywed, she was filled with the hope of a better life for her family, future children and ensuing grandchildren.