Woke up too early to a thought: Maybe this is the day!
Brushed and combed, the kids met year leaders and did their very best. We await. Bite our nails and wait.
Carefully hopeful, D and I met estate agents and looked around people’s homes trying to see it, see us, see something.
Of course we couldn’t.
But late in the evening, we slipped out the door once more. A little freedom, a little meze! Music, sweet hookah steam and a tiny ridiculous caraffe of white and suddenly, everything of course, will turn out fine. Just fine!
We are back in Cyprus and everything will soon again flow.