Kalimera!

Good morning!  I woke up a bit earlier today and did yoga on the veranda with Mr. Adolfos.

The sun is already well overhead and the sound of Cicada's and birds are swarming the air.  Silence is not something that exists around here; at least not during the weeks of summer when the cicada's are alive and well.  I'd never heard of them until arriving in Crete.  They're flying insects that look a bit like grasshoppers or crickets and make a constant chirping and rattling sound that overpowers any conversation taking place  nearby.  One cicada, two cicada, three cicada, a thousand!  Cicada's are the soundtrack of my summer.