Really wanted to go somewhere. I've got that urge inside to go abroad from time to time. Abroad I always feel I blossom somehow and I can't even explain to myself why. I have been long thinking that although my roots are here, my crown is elsewhere. I wish I could puck up the courage and go, not because I don't love my country cause I love it to bits and get my eyes teary every time I hear an old folk song or I see the army marching in parades, but because of the calling, the haunting calling of the faraway lands.
Anyway, I managed to convince Adina and Alina to join me this time. The flight and accommodation were around 80-90 euros. Quite cheap, but it was extra-season. Two hours and a half of flying and we landed in sunny Cyprus. 20 degrees there, snow here. Easy pick.
Cyprus is a land with a tumultuous history. Roman influence, Greek and Turkish history of love and hate, a British colony, and a divided capital... I became fascinated with it and even bought a book about it in this books shop:
We visited the divided capital. Nicosia and crossed the border
to the Turkish side. The land has a sort of unspoilt beauty, but
also poorer. Things are cheaper. I saw a dervish dancing. I
celebrated Rumi inside. There is just something sweet I cannot put
my finger on. The best place was Kyrenia/Girne.
My allergy kicked in. The whole 3 days and a half I was
sneezing and blowing my nose, finding impossible to breathe. Maybe
dust or pollen. But I don't regret a minute of it. I had such a
nice holiday!
