So, my fourteenth summer in Cyprus starts today. I managed to get here after some sort of shakey traveling. My flight across the Atlantic to London was the rockiest trip (turbulence wise) I have ever flown – not really bad, but consistently shaking for several hours. In London, we waited on the runway for 2 hours to let BA to fix a “minor” engine problem, and in mind no airplane engine problem is ever minor. I was also chosen twice for extra random searches, so I must look dangerous when I travel.
Anyway, I am now back in Cyprus and safely ensconced at Petrou Brothers Hotel – and for those of you who have been here, rest assured the upgrades to the hotel continue. This morning Bill and I are going to go out to the museum and see if we can get things rolling on looking at our artifacts.