Ready or not the fleet is in and we are here to greet them. It will be like this for the next four weeks. From dawn to dusk we are greeting and meeting our celibrated visitors. They have all come from the port of Piraeus in Athens. Everyone healthy and accounted for. It is a very select group that are allowed the pleasure of the sacred sites.

All the attendents of Apollo dress in white, as do the pilgrims. The white is for purity. We sing to them as they depart their ship.

Theseus is here to take charge. I had to send our lead singer over to Myconos. She had a sharp pain in her side. Her husband is devasted. I hope this will not prevent him from fullfilling his duties. He is well compensated to organise all of this.

Kyria is with me and we carefully observe each supplicant as they disembark. If we both agree, it is off to Myconos they go. Things here must be kept perfect for this is the home of the gods. We expend great effort to make something out of nothing. The gods reward us for this. There is a desolute young man. We call the captian of his ship. It is Apollo! Our Apollo Timoleon. His mother will be so relived. I ask him about the fellow. He never noticed him. I think he is some kind of a refugee. He is not well dressed. He even looks grimey. He is lucky the festival has started. If he can not prove who he is, he could be sold into slavery. Did he pay for his passage? Every year something like this happens. The captain is generous. If he signs on they will take him as crew. They always need stong hands to row.

Two distinguished gentlemen are next in line. We welcome them to the sacred island, and Kyria escorts them to the inn. I wonder if the older one will last out the month.

The sun is about to set and the wild swans fly accross the sky. Today is the first day of the Delia. Soon the island will be very crowded. These are the early birds.