it begins

So. After resisting so hard for so many years, I have thrown myself into the blogosphere like a cat into a bucket of foie gras.




In two days I'm leaving on a jet plane. I know exactly when I'll be back again, but before that time I'll have spent almost six weeks in Syria, eating hommus and not showering. Yes, I could do that at home, but I'd be continually harrassed by possums and shunned by people on the street. My archaeologist friends wouldn't care.


Happy Easter to all, and I will report to you from beautiful Aleppo.