And then it did what it had promised to do for days...it rained, and it rained, and it hailed, and it rained some more, and we ate gyros, and drank labneh, and we waited. Then we made the terribly wise decision to stay in a hotel that night. It rained three times as much while we slept. The sunflowers drooped and the tobacco was happy and we got to eat bougatsa one more time.
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