Driving on the south coast from Paphos toward Limasol, ‘hmm, this looks a lot like the view from PCH just north of LA only dryer.’
Visiting ancient ruins with Greek and Roman mosaic tiles, ‘hmm, this would be better if I could picture what it looked like when it was at its height, like the Getty Villa.’
Visiting old Byzantine churches with iconic frescoes, ‘jeez, I wish Magi was here! I can’t remember anything from my Coptic art class. Oh, wait, there’s Mary holding Jesus, there they are again, and again, and again. Oh, wait, now she’s dead and going to heaven. OK, haven’t forgotten as much as I thought.’
Lunch: ‘Where can I find some hummus?’Souvenir shopping: ‘I don’t think I came all this way to by a table cloth ‘handmade’ in South Korea, but thanks, I’ll think about it.’
Sitting in the lobby of our hotel contemplating the décor while the sound system plays the B52’s and Prince, ‘I think I’m in Vegas… at the end of the strip… in a hotel who’s glory days are well past.’ And then a group or two or three of Russians walk by and I wonder, ‘Am I in Cyprus or a hotel on the coast of the Black Sea somewhere?’
Regarding the weather report every morning, ‘Darn, I should have brought another sweater, no linen pants or shorts and another pair of jeans. Oh, and now is not the time to figure out that my windbreaker is NOT rain proof.’
And then the sun comes out and all is forgiven and I think, ‘Only two weeks!? We are never going to get to see everything. Come on Kathleen, time to get up! The day’s a wasting!!!’
I’ll put up pictures later.
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