Went on a school-trip today, to Panayia, the birthplace of Archbishop Makarios the Third, the first president of Cyprus. It was his birthday today.

First we went to the Monastry Chrissorroyiatisa, for a look around, then we walked 2 km in the cold (it was cold enough to make your nose runny, but not freezing. I was the only one smart enough to bring a coat. So much for the 'insane angleza'...) up to the village itself, to watch all the ministers place wreaths infront of the Archbishop's statue. Then we came back. There were only 18 of us (me, Rodoula, Charoula (president of student council), Zoe, Kristia, Polina, Alexandros, Petros, Klea (xara's sister)) and a few others, but it was enough to make them all moan about the cold. The rest of the school had to sit through an assembly, then do lessons and stuff, so we were lucky.

Yes, I know that I copied and pasted that from my other blog (also called Reading Over My Shoulder is Dangerous To My Health), but who cares?

-Phovos