Sun 02.Oct.2016
Rhodes, Greece
A warm and welcome month in California, getting inspected, scanned, tested; picking
up another six months supply of pills and more. Then two days and four flights to my
now-familiar winter home at the far south-eastern corner of Europe.
The night I arrived, some musical and artistic folks, both locals and ex-pats, had
arranged a comeas-you-are musical gathering on the edge of some local ruins that have recently
been rescued from surrounding trash. All acoustic, naturally. Musicians joined and left as the
spirit moved them, Instruments included guitar, mandolin, bass, sitar(!), greek island lyre, and I don't
know what else. Conversation was sparse and low. A magical arrival on a remarkable island.
Pub Sweet Home
Harbor side.
Crusader architecture ...
... and Ottoman.
In the maze of twisty little residential passages.
Speaking in tongues.
Department of familiar words spelled funny:
Who says you can't spell BACON in Greek?!
And so I am back - where pictures jump out and say Take me!
Happy Winter!