Carolyn and I left the apartments to walk downtown to the post office (a forty minute walk) instead of taking the bus to get exercise. Plus it was a beautiful afternoon so it wasn't an issue.
About half way threw are walk we found ourselves in the middle of a Cyprus demonstration.
Then right after that it started pouring. With good spirits we took it as it was and continued our walk because there was nothing else we could do. We got a little lost but asked a local police man where the post office was and were there in about fifteen minutes after that.
In front of the closed post office with post cards in hand |
Chai tea latte to brighten the day |
We walked in soaked and ordered. After this we decided it was best to get to the bus so we could get home and dry off. Of course when the bus came he wouldn't let us on with our coffee's and yelled at us in Greek. So we got off the bus.
Mean bus driver response |
The things we will do for our coffee.
The saddest part of the story is however, I didn't get to mail my letters which was the only reason we went downtown.
Moral of the story: Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain...with starbucks.
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