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two years ago today
Nov. 3rd, 2013 08:22 pm...I was in Larnaca with my big sis. It was our last full day there, so we made a point of visiting what had become our favorite cafe (Paparazzi) one last time and getting our photos taken with the waiter who always greeted us with "Hello, my ladies!"
(My fondest memory of Paparazzi is of drinking an entire bottle of red wine there while watching Roger Federer on TV: the bug bites on my arms had gotten so out of control that they were drawing gasps from baristas and everyone else catching sight of them, and the Fucicort we'd picked up from a pharmacist wasn't working nearly fast enough, so we figured we would try applying merlot to my overactive immune system. [It worked.] Our waiter that night was a younger man from South Africa, and thus was another Federer fan -- so that was a fun conversation, and I also remember him becoming visibly worried about how much I was drinking until S. explained our mission and reassured him that she would make sure I got back to our hotel safely.)
(My fondest memory of Paparazzi is of drinking an entire bottle of red wine there while watching Roger Federer on TV: the bug bites on my arms had gotten so out of control that they were drawing gasps from baristas and everyone else catching sight of them, and the Fucicort we'd picked up from a pharmacist wasn't working nearly fast enough, so we figured we would try applying merlot to my overactive immune system. [It worked.] Our waiter that night was a younger man from South Africa, and thus was another Federer fan -- so that was a fun conversation, and I also remember him becoming visibly worried about how much I was drinking until S. explained our mission and reassured him that she would make sure I got back to our hotel safely.)
