In Cyprus.

It must be Virgin Mary festival in Cyprus, too. All the shops are shut and so are the banks. Craft kiosks line the Finakoundes boardwalk along the town-beach and they are setting up for an outdoor concert this evening. (Hah!)

That afternoon of decompression on the beach was just rained out by a booming thunderstorm, complete with lightening and wind. So, here I sit in an internet cafe taking refuge from the storm. I doubt whether that evening of music under the stars will happen, either. I feel like Pig Pen who carries his cloud of dirt with him wherever he goes, only my cloud is stormy weather. First hail and rain in Philadelphia, then spitting rain in Dusseldorf, now a freak tropical thunderstorm in the Mediterranean. All that after the marble size hail we had in Fair Oaks on several occasions that knocked the baby oranges off our tree. I hate to sound like a Sad Sack, but I only planned one day for the beach and THIS WAS IT! (I even bought a new swim suit and went to the gym for a month!) Makes me wonder if the archeological dig will even be open tomorrow. Likely it will just be a mud-pit...

Let's see. I always preach flexibility to my patients. Perhaps I can take some of my own medicine. Either that, or do an un-rain dance. Tomorrow was to be a trip to the ancient perfumery; the next day is to the Cedars, and the two days after that are to the herbalist's farm. RAIN, RAIN GO AWAY!

WOAH! Boombereezie! That's what they call thunder in Greek and we just had a huge one right over-head. This is more like Beirut rain rather than the gentle stuff we used to get here. Let's hope it passes quickly.

Stay tuned for the adventures of Indianina Jones and the Temple of Perfume. Will she or won't she?