(Guest post by Celia Garb)
Several things, quickly, before I go to the beach…
Feral cats prefer meat over potatoes, and fish over chicken. There are more cats than humans on the island of Cyprus.
ΖΟΡΠΟΣ is an excellent bakery where we stop most mornings before driving East along the coast from Larnaca to Vigla.
There is no sand in Larnaca, only sandy dirt, which now coats the floors of our apartment, collecting in far corners and sticking to my feet, such that even after a shower, I always deposit a small amount at the foot of the bed, between the sheets. Speaking of which, our beds are made up with two top sheets. Waking up is like finding oneself in a confusing world of drapery and bare mattresses.
The greatest shock has been the humidity. Portland oscillates between dry heat and damp cold; Larnaca stays hot and begins and ends each day with a surprising amount of humidity.
I look forward to playing music for the group on site. Tom likes MF DOOM best.
There are no waves or fish. The beach is serene at night, the sky turns taupe.
Good-bye.