Hi! Sorry for the delay. I seem to have ended up with far less spare time than I originally anticipated. While this has kept me from writing stories or posting on this blog, it has kept me busy enough to avoid much homesickness!
An update on my war with the bugs: Casualties rise on both sides. My prediction proved more accurate than I expected. I went to wash my hands the other day and A GIANT SPIDER CLIMBED UP MY LEG. Yeah, no. I didn’t like that. I don’t know if it was the same spider or it’s mean older brother, but it looked similar enough, and then it looked significantly more squished. We’ve now killed four of those monsters.
Also, a hornet stung me on my belly button, so there’s that. It was right next to that same sink, so I no longer use the second sink from the right in the bathroom. It seems to be their home base. But we bought more bug spray and my empathy is wearing thin.
I’ve been out of the field for a week now, and instead I have been working inside on the Ceramic Registry. Every scrap of pottery we pull out gets saved, but the ones that are diagnostic or are significant for figuring out the shape of the entire pot (rims, handles, bases, etc) get a special number. That number I write in tiny little numbers on the sherd, in the book of all the registered pottery, on the tag, and in a different book specific to the square from which it came.
Itty. Bitty. Numbers.
Or maybe just puffy fingers.
However, I get to work with some really awesome pieces like this one!
A finger print from the Hellenistic in the glaze on the back of a sherd. Secondhand fingerprints always give me chills.
Generally I work on this until Dr. Gaber picks me up around breakfast time, and then I switch hats from registrar to research assistant.
The research part of my job has become much more focused on citations and editing as of late. That’s because I am coming into this process late in the game, and the paper is pretty much all finalized. Still, I never knew how picky Archaeology journals can be with their citations. AJA (American Journal of Archaeology) alone has 37 pages detailing the specific rules and their tiny exceptions for formatting and citations. It physically hurts my brain, but I’m in good company. Dr. Gaber and I are both constantly muttering to our computers as we search and change (and rechange) elements of the bibliography to make it match the standard.
Mind-numbing as it sounds, I am actually really enjoying the work on both the paper and the registry. I came here looking for a broader view of the island and how our little site in this little town fits into the bigger history of Cyprus and the Mediterranean, and I am getting it. I have gotten to read a lot of very enlightening papers, and I’ve made myself a reading list of ones to look into more once I get time.
Last weekend we went into Nicosia to see the Cyprus museum, and I ran in to CAARI to scan an article for Dr. Gaber. After that, we were free to roam around the old city. A few of us crossed into the Turkish side of the capitol and had a grand time poking about markets, bazaar, and coffee shops, and old architecture. I don’t know who let me lead the group, but we were lost from the moment they let me walk in front. I know this might make some people nervous (sorry mom) but I found some of the coolest places by getting a bit lost off the beaten path.gf
One guy in a lovely umbrella’ed alley invited us to see his restaurant, recently redone and absolutely magnificent inside. He took us up to the roof to see the city, with the mosque right next to us just finishing a call to prayer. On the ground floor he showed us the only mildly alarming but extremely weird life-sized wax figures in the basement beneath a glass floor, looking up with vaguely pleased expressions. He called them his grandparents, and we couldn’t get much more of an explanation from him, though we was laughing at our confusion. Apparently the building was bombed in 1974, so my imagination is creating a story that might be a bit closer to the truth than I’d like.
Thankful for the shade, appreciative of the colors. To the right is the weird wax-people restaurant.
I also found the best description for soap I’ve ever seen. “Smeels”. I bought it. It doesn’t really smeel good, but I don’t know what I was expecting.
Also, we went to a starbucks before a sushi dinner. (I know, I know, why go to a starbucks in a foreign country? Because wifi, iced coffee, and air conditioning after over ten miles of walking, that’s why!) There, I found the most unique misspelling of my name I’ve ever experienced.
Give it ten years and I’m sure my name will be the new Caitlyn of alternative spellings.
Really, it was a wonderful day, and the next day a few of us went swimming at a friend’s pool. It was a wondrously relaxing, though I did get my first real sunburn of the season, and I have been feeling it all week.
Jimmy, Mocha, and Riley really want to come out and lick your face and/or jump on your lap to eat a flip flop and cuddle.
The three lab puppies we are fostering are ridiculously cute bundles of love. They need more attention than we are able to give them, but they aren’t dead like they were supposed to be, so we aren’t doing so bad. I’ve been caring for them a lot, and one of them might be headed to a new home soon. Fingers crossed! If any of you are interested in adopting or sponsoring one of these cuties, let me know!
Mocha says “Please???”
Puppies in the shelter here at Dali don’t live, but there is a group organizing to try and help get them adopted and into foster homes. If you’re interested in supporting them, the link is here https://www.facebook.com/groups/dogrescuecyprus/ . Having now worked with them, I can attest to the worthiness of their cause and the dedication of this small group to making a difference in the lives of these dogs and the families they go to.
This is all I have time to write about this morning, though the adventure of this weekend actually trumps the adventure of last one! Stay tuned, and stay cool!