Wake up at six and go to use the loo via the outside deck door. Cats who have been spending the night on the deck clearly startled by my unexpected appearance and scatter, the cat who thinks it’s ours and isn’t jumping off the table where he has clearly been sleeping, as we have prudently brought in the cushions from the chairs. They have opted for the shelter of the deck because it’s been a blustery night, and an hour later the winds are joined by rain and thunder and a proper March storm.
Walk down to the supermarket. Can hear but not see the goats, although the storm long gone. Well gone but not necessarily forever, as the radar shows plenty of dark areas in Turkey and, more problematic in Crete. The ones in Crete look to be slowly moving our direction.
A number of excellent things about Cypriot food, one of the best being the fresh fruit and vegetables. Beautiful and inexpensive in season and often simply unavailable out of season. Think cherries, for example. And sadly we’ll be gone by the time the cherries and apricots are ripe. But always heaps of glorious vegetables.
Italian Merlot on sale for roughly €3.50 equivalent. (Just over $5 CAD or £3). Find that as I take in the posted price I’ve instantly converted it to euros, my most comfortable currency, and later can’t remember what it was in lira. Or engage in hybrid thinking along the lines of that loaf of bread is 28 lira but the other one is only a euro. A process not unknown to Canadians of a certain age who can say things like we’re 390 kilometres from Thunder Bay and five miles from Sioux Lookout.
Have wine with the chicken J cooks for dinner. Fairly impressive and well worth trekking up hill with more while the sale is on.
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