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Keo! I love a local beer
Working at a small local business at home, through my work we often partner with other local businesses, a lot of these being breweries. Anytime we went to restaurants or driving around town I would see advertisements for Keo, which is made in Limassol. However, Keo is distributed all over the world, it is still…
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Kolossi Castle
At the edge of a village 11 kilometers from Limassol stands the medieval Kolossi Castle. Most of our study in Cyprus revolves around the Hellenistic and earlier; the Vigla site, after all, is Hellenistic, and our emphasis throughout the course in Cyprus has been on antiquity. We’re looking for the footprints of Alexander’s successors, after…
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Epilogue: Notes on Victory
Despite the near constant panic that plagued my entire adolescence, I had a surprisingly low number of concerns about traveling abroad to Cyrpus on my own. Although only twenty-three, I figured I had enough life experience under my belt to conquer this hurdle, or at least shakily climb my way over and flop down like…
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Chapter Eleven: I say the word whimsical way too many times
The village of Lefkara is, in a word, whimsical. It’s not often a place can be called whimsical. There is always something not-so-whimsical around at least one corner. Not in Lefkara. Even the abandoned buildings in Lefkara are whimsical. I’m unsure of why I was so shocked by this. Obviously, a village known for…
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Chapter Ten: Ode to a Loom Weight
I had a lot of goals for myself in Cyprus. Some were your standard “participate and take advantage of opportunity” type of goals, while others were a bit more abstract, like “make friends” and “don’t cry”. Some were easier to accomplish than others. Some goals, though, were just wishes in disguise. Outside of…
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Chapter Nine: I Taste the Rainbow and Regret It
I was pretty sick and tired of agonizing over ingredients lists early on into my journey. But after the pesto mishap in Athens, I was not about to let myself get sent to the hospital again. Once was most definitely enough. I was continually stoked to find something American in the stores in…
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Chapter Eight: I Live and Die by the Castle
I was shocked to confer with my classmates after our field trip around some sites near Limassol to find out that they didn’t care about the medieval castle. “That was the one I would have skipped,” they said. It was truly appalling. I, personally, wouldn’t have skipped a single thing, but if forced…
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Chapter Seven: I am left alone for too long with only pottery and my thoughts
Sometimes when I’m washing pottery, I feel a little guilty. And it’s strange, because who I should feel bad for is Faith, because the dark circles under her eyes have only grown darker and circleier since she started scrubbing at an amphora handle two and a half hours ago, but instead… Instead I kind of…
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Chapter Six: We Become Regulars
We gave up on three hour dinners about a week into being in Cyprus. The first Friday, after work, we were all so sick of each other we huddled in our beds, covers up, trying to pretend like we were alone. It wasn’t so much homesickness as it was bedsickness, the yearning for a space…
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Chapter Five: We Barb but do not Heimer.
We had to sacrifice either Barbie or Oppenheimer just due to time management, and we did the obvious. Okay, the obvious to us. The obvious to everyone else may be that a bunch of archaeology hopefuls who study history and anthropology would probably opt for Oppenheimer. But the true study of humanity was Barbie, if…
Vigla Archaeological Project 