Only six more sleeps on our island before we sail to Piraeus and fly to Istanbul. The weather is changing again with a forecast of thunderstorms over the weekend. Clouds are hanging low over Chora.
We drove to the port of Katapola this afternoon in a haze of French as our two passengers discussed future environmental projects for the island. There is a strange disconnection when you understand every fifth word of a dialogue. It is like a bleeped TV show...allowing your imagination to fill in the blanks. It took a full fifteen minutes to realize that they were talking about trees, not rose arbors!
My Greek teacher cancelled our lesson this morning due to some unforeseen incident that occurred enroute home at 5am. No one was injured!...but she was too tired to manage a lesson! Just as well because I had not looked at a single Greek word for an entire week.
We drove to the port of Katapola this afternoon in a haze of French as our two passengers discussed future environmental projects for the island. There is a strange disconnection when you understand every fifth word of a dialogue. It is like a bleeped TV show...allowing your imagination to fill in the blanks. It took a full fifteen minutes to realize that they were talking about trees, not rose arbors!
My Greek teacher cancelled our lesson this morning due to some unforeseen incident that occurred enroute home at 5am. No one was injured!...but she was too tired to manage a lesson! Just as well because I had not looked at a single Greek word for an entire week.
Just when I started to focus on shadows in my drawings, the clouds are descending on Chora.
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