Day NinetySix

I hear plates

in the far end

coming from the kitchen.

I'm half asleep

when the beakfervention

starts.

A beakfervention

is a breakfast

intervention.

'Eleena!'

the girls open the door

to the room I'm sleeping in,

holding a tray of breakfast goodies,

smile at me and pass by

to the balcony door.

The sun is shining 

and all is good

with these two sunshines.

I make my way to the balcony

and we wake up

and breakfast

together

in the garden.

Today,

we have no car

so we make plans 

of what to do

according to bus routes

and times.

Of course we never follow

such schedules 

and more so

more things come up on the way.

Like Harrys

for instance,

who called to check if I'm back

in Cyprus

and ended up inviting us for dinner 

with the girls.

The day goes by

and the night comes.

We are all excited to 

visit Harrys

and try his cooking!

First things first;

we arrive late

and so we jump on the kitchen tall table/bar area

where he serves us the food.

Cypriot delicasies.

Asparagus in scrambled eggs,

slow cooked mushrooms

and taro in the oven.

All served with olive oil

and lemon.

Our taste buds

were dancing happily

as we combined these 

with toasted bread with oregano

and local wine.

A humble feast.

The way

it happens in Mediterranean

and Middle Eastern 

areas.

We discuss how

this is something common

for Cypriots

and Harrys insists that this is nothing.

'You should see our parents

and grandparents.

They make food for fifty people!'

'Yes we saw

Elina's dad.!'

and the night continues

with Cypriot hospitality

over a contemporary

Greek movie-

'The Dogtooth'.

Night, complete.

Mind, pomba.