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The day some nuns broke my heart

In the year 2000, I spent two months working on an archaeological dig in Cyprus. I spent the Millennium (the real one) on a Cypriot hilltop with good friends and bad wine, watching the fireworks 30 km away in Nicosia. I travelled throughout Spain and loved it. Barcelona to Andalucia, just magic. I took an… Continue reading The day some nuns broke my heart