A Sun-Drenched Country

That is what best describes Cyprus. Stayed a couple days in Limossol. Beautiful beach area. Lot's of Irish tourists there for a big soccer match. It seems the Irish played Cyprus hoping to gain a slot in the World Cup. A nice bunch of lads. Three of them (flag draped all) helped me drag my stuff from the Turkish Cypriot border through the UN Buffer zone to the Greek Cypriot border. Sadly (for them) the Irish later lost a shot at the Cup.

What's the difference between an Irish wedding and an Irish wake?

One less drunk.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch...



So from there it was on to Thessaloniki, Greece. Think of the Apostle Paul undressing the Thessalonians. Or was that addressing?





My fellow tribesperson, Eva Kanellis, a Guidance counselor at a local school drove our crew out to see Mount Olympus, kind of a Vatican for the Greek Gods. This was where Alexander the Great got his start. One can easily understand why the ancients believed Zeus, et al lived among the clouds.



The food and wine at the local eatery was a God-like experience in itself.