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.
