March 28, 2003

Elizabeth stands on our hotel balcony.

We arrived on an open-ended ticket and needed to nail things down a bit more. We assumed we could do it by telephone, but the operator was insistent that we visit the Cyprus Airways office and gave us the address. It was marked on our tourist map, so we walked there. It had moved. We took a bus and walked to the new address, but it was the wrong street - there are two main streets called "Makarios" in Limassol. We wanted the one that didn't include his "Archbishop" title. Kind of like looking for "Peachtree" in Atlanta. Long story short, we made it eventually, though the woman at the office insisted we could do everything we needed to by telephone. Even so, we managed to meet up with the other Presbyterian exiles for a lunch of fish n' chips at our neighborhood English pub.