...with time to spare. Not competed the story, but the pressure is off. I can enjoy it more. I guess that means I have to return to my course work and a looming assignment.
Went to a pre-Xmas party at the Lebanese restaurant, Fanoush, in the old town last night. Replete with skinny belly dancer, arabic music, Greek music and the delightful spectacle of otherwise serious professional men giving in to the music.
As we left the Zigi fish tavern there was a roadside truck making these traditional deep-fried fritter balls which are sold drenched in tawny honey and cinnamon. They are my absolute favourite dessert here. And I bitterly resent having to share them. The lady doing the cooking turned out to be a patient of our physician friend - that's Cyprus, way too small.