Easter in Cyprus is loud. Between the loudspeakers blaring the
chanting and the rest of the service to all the people who couldn't
fit inside the church, the fireworks being set of in various parts
of the neighbourhood, the church bells ringing chaotically when the
big moment is announced (then gradually coming together as they
continue ringing), and later on the enthusiastic screaming of
children at play after a huge family meal in the wee hours right
after church ... it's joyous and it's loudly joyous.
As we were walking up the street to my cousin's house (where
we're staying, and where today's big family gathering is) from
my other cousin's house (where this morning's huge dinner was),
my cousin was startled to notice how alive and awake I was while
eveybody else had that "way past my bedtime" feeling -- after a
few weeks of seeing how tired I've been most of the time. I've
been trying to tell them I'm a night-person... I really did feel
more alive then -- I'd been not just awake but interacting with
people, and it had been at my time of day; I wasn't
merely awake and trying desparately to get to sleep.
I took only a film camera loaded with high-speed black and
white film to the church itself, so no digital photos of that
to post now.