Day NinentyFive

Sunday Foodday

and we start off our adventures with eating.

First breakfast,

and then the housecooked pastitsio dish

my dad made.

With mushrooms 

instead of minced meat

and all the vegetarians in the house are winning.

He's fasting for Easter

so it's a good chance for him to try

a varietion of the dish.

It's less oily too.

I hope that gets noted

for future reference.

We head out

to find a place with internet.

I know it sounds needy

but none of us is that obsessed with 

the internet

for social media.

Ok maybe Hanna, maybe a little bit,

but more so the girls than I

want to update people

of where they are

what they're doing

what they're eating

where they're staying.

It's all good and familiar for me

but 

for what their grandmas know

they could be in France 

having cheese and wine.

We get to Ifantourgio;

a cool space which has become 

a book club as of lately.

The furniture is a coordinated 

combination

of complete

random shapes and textures

and it's lovely.

We pick a leather couch

with two armchairs on each side

and spread out

like F.R.I.E.N.D.S. do.

We order our coffees and start blogging.

I love that the girls are here

and it helps me experience things as an outsider.

Truth be told,

I haven't had Finish friends before

especially not in Cyprus

and especially not two

that have been my dorm mates for 

two months.

I take a break to look around at the streets.

I recognise an alley

diagonally opposite

to my left

and I remember the day I left

without saying hi

to Y

and it's almost like his presence is sketched there

at the bar I never visited.

I switch back

post a post

and 

wonder how many of my thoughts are

self induced.