Frappe-holic
It's true, we've been in Cyprus four days now and we cannot get enough of them. Half milk, half water, two sugars and we're set baby. The past few days have been a bit full on. We were surprised at the airport by our uncle and our Theas (aunties) waving enthusiastically. One of them wanting us to go straight over where she promised a feast. Typical greek hospitality. Have to love it. We're staying with at dads sisters place and we could not feel more at home. Big family dinner on the first night made us realise we'd be leaving Cyprus a lot heavier than when we arrived. Auntie Susan reminds me of my father so much, just in the little things she does which makes me miss home just a little bit more. Little Christian reminds Lou and I of our brothers when they were little and is so full of beans it get a bit tiring for us old farts. Then there's Uncle Thordor (the best way I can think to spell it), the silent assassin. So quiet, yet full of smiles and advice when we need it. The view from their house is simply spectacular, looking out from the patio you see the dusty hills of Cyprus. Such a different place to Greece which is our next stop, yet with the same warmth and comfort in the people and their hospitality. We hired a car on Friday and with some fumbling of the gears and a few small heart attacks (the drivers here are psychos, driving three times the speed limit making me feel like a gorjugerie (old lady-I'll teach you as much greek as I can. I promise.) We made our way up to the small town of Paphos. On the water with markets right around, it was so refreshing from dusty Limassol where we're staying. Lou wanted to see the village Iniea where her Papou grew up so we made our way into the tiny village where we met the beautiful Kristina. A woman who was a stranger and within an hour was a friend, inviting us into her home for a plate of watermelon and haloumi. After some chatting, we discovered her father and Lous Papou grew up next door to each other. From there we continued onto the grey sands of Coral Bay and then onto the Baths of Aphrodite. Apparently the baths are where she bathed and after the hike up the hundreds of stairs through the forest trees we found ourselves at a less than impressive trickle of water in a small grotto. It was quiet at least so we took a few photos and made our way. Our cousin had told us of a tree where if you leave something of yours you will find your true love. I was a bit skepitcal until i remembered she had met her now finace not long after her trip to Cyprus. Unfortunately we couldn´t find the tree so we´ll have to leave the love finding to good old fate.
