Right before I left the UK, I saw some swans on my way to church and stopped to take some photos. The ground was uneven and my left leg fell in a small hole–just enough to unhinge something in my hip. The swan didn’t seem to notice. I thought, well, I’ll do some yoga and deal with it. Was able to somehow move to Cyprus the next week. In Paphos, I met a wonderful ex-pat lawyer, Jeanette Truscott, who invited me to ancient St. Paul’s Church. But as I went upstairs on Sunday morning to take a shower and picked up a dust bunny on the stairs–POW! Something disconnected and I was in paralyzing pain. I could only crawl to bed.
Checking the Ex-Pat forum, I saw recommendations for a certain physio-therapist called Herodotou Nicos. His features somehow reminded me of portraits of Mozart, and he looked at my body with dismay as if it were a damaged Stradivarius. He worked his magic on my hip like an artist. Within three sessions, I was walking without pain. Now I can finally enjoy the village of Tala where we now live.