Recently, we went out to dinner with a large group of cousins at one of Nicosia’s tavernas. The deserted August streets made the journey there almost a pleasure, rather than the usual anxious 30-minute drive. I even escaped the dreaded “Are we there yet?” from my granddaughter.
During dinner, one of my cousins made a good-natured comment.
“I enjoy reading your weekly columns.”
“Your command of the English language is
