Everyone has a small story to tell about their time here in Paphos. Please let me share mine. This is fortunately my second season here and I sincerely hope not my last.
Exactly one year ago, Paphos study season 2011, we were packing away and storing all the essentials to be kept for the following season. Not my favourite task but a necessity of any dig. Not until the last of many many boxes had been stored high above the shelves did I realise that my reading glasses had fallen amongst the goods. Shortly after, I reported to Craig that I would need to return in the 2012 season to retrieve them. Surprisingly, Craig accepted my reasoning and here I am.
5 weeks have passed so quickly and though all the previous years boxes had been unpacked and sorted there was no site of my glasses. Hiding in the back corner of the Apollo stood a lone box. On our last day of cleaning, sifting through the items in order to discard of unnecessary pieces, there, at the very bottom of the very last box sat my very expensive reading glasses staring right back at me. Needless to say, I danced my way back in great delight. Keep the faith I say! Even more delightful is the fact that I can still see quite clearly through them.
The dig has been even better this year. New friends and old sharing in small trivia and great finds.
Like the maker's mark that's embedded into the fabric of few sherds or stone blocks, Paphos is engraved into me.
Many many thanks to the staff who, with great patience, selflessly shared all their knowledge with us.