OK my trip around the Mediterranean sea was pleasant enough, Cyprus would be a great place to visit anytime not in the winter. Less than 20% of the city of Limasol was open, which made doing anything including eating an adventure. Lots of ruins, did anyone know that Cyprus is/was the birthplace of Aphrodite, I didn't. The work I flew there for was accomplish in a day and I had 3 days to wait before flying to spain for my next job. I visited a lot of ruins (the only thing actually open), historical sights (hard to close holes in the ground) and saw a lot of cats (Cyprus is like Greece that way). New Years in a hotel with a bunch of Romanian's made life interesting though I would have preferred being home. Flying to Cadiz was an exercize in how to lose one's luggage, Cyprus to Athens to Milan to Barcelona to Jerez....my suitcase decided to spend 6 days in Milan leaving me without anything. Thankfully I had a "company charge card" and the base exchange to buy some clothes because the airlines had no idea when I was to receive it. Spain was very cool otherwise Tapas, Sangria, Cafe con Leche (really good for after sangria) and the best little bakery across the plaza from the hotel. Work was more than we expected which made the week pass faster (I always prefer to be active). My suitcase finally arrived the day before I left, which made the next time it got lost all the more amusing....At some point in Madrid it just disappeared...Neither Spanair nor Air France had a clue as to where it was but both said they would insure that I got it (eventually). So I was gone for 13 days and my suitcase was missing for 12days. Air France finally FedEx'd my suitcase from Paris where we had an overnight layover ( I wish I could say I saw something there but other than I nice glass of Bordeaux my stay was uneventful). Both bottles of Sherry and the bottle of Port that I packed made it unbroken (thank you FedEx) and so far the port is outstanding. I do miss the Sangria but it's not warm enough here to make it (yet). Maybe next time I travel I will actually have my luggage.


vagabond-punk

The musings of Tony Peters, a perpetual child, no matter where I am I will find a way to climb something or go skateboarding Read more »

life death and family

My uncle died last friday...it wasn't unexpected, 3rd bout with cancer, but it hurt none the less. I've been out of the country for about 16 years so the fact that I am stateside means I needed to go. Go »

And a happy New Year to you all

A few things I found in the news when I got back from skateboarding this morning Do you doggy? she doesn't Banned words Go »

awaiting surgery

I went into work yesterday...getting through the security turnstile that has replace the front doors of my building was more effort than I was expecting. The Elevator was not restful and when I finally did get to my office someone stole my heater (my office is so cold in the spring/summer/fall that an electric heater is required or icicles form from your breath (this isn't a joke). Go »

the toils of being a home owner

just when you think that everything is groovy boom your furnace burps blowing all the seals and well $6000 later you can have heat again. Mind you it was 12degrees yesterday when this happened and at present I can't keep my house any hotter than 55degree's or the house fills with smoke...not to mention that the soonest I can get a new furnace installed is thursday. Go »

down 40

I stepped on the scale this morning and it read 195....I have run out of holes on my belt and none of my shorts fit... for the most part this is because I ride this bike 5-6 days a week and I'm eating healthy. Go »

Yet another funeral

one of the nice things about coming home after nearly 20 years away is that I get to see family the bad part is that the most common place to see family is at a funeral. Unlike last summer the weather was glorious so we have a couple of hundred people come to lay my Uncle Donny to rest. Everything was pretty straight until one of the grandchildren laid a Hot Wheels car of a 68 Chevelle, exactly like the one Donny drove for nearly 40 years, in the grave. Go »