Friday, July 17, 2009

Melon season, mountain road.

I count my blessings every time I eat melon here. White melon, water melon, it is the taste of the season. Costas eats it with haloumi. Sweet/salty. For me it's virgin - pips and all. Myrna is always in shock over the amount I can eat in one sitting. But that's old hat.

Changing light, old stone terraces. Sometimes the landscape reminds me of the terraced hillsides in places like Bali and Vietnam. These, I've been told, are rather old and were designed to maximize agricultural space and fortify the hillside.

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