Cyprus is for Uss
Trip Start Nov 09, 2012
18Trip End Nov 25, 2012
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There were two cats lounging on the old airconitioner out front. It was a small car rental place squashed between a minimarket and a massage parlor. In front was the seven passenger van I had agreed to rent while sitting in my basement in Sandy Utah. The car was amazing. It told me when my kids buckled their seat belts and (my favorite) told me when I was about to hit something. Driving on the left side of the road isn't hard. You just have to get used to screaming most of the time. I had a hard time believing that everyone else was in on this "Left Side" thing. . I had to remind myself as I watched the cement truck barreling toward me. My internal\external dialouge went something like this "it will stay in its lane if I stay in mine...really it will....oh my gosh its not ....AAAHHHHHH..nope okay we are good" Despite the almost constant scream we made it safely with about two hours of driving. It is nice to be reminded of how much I take for granted. A right turn forced me to rethink every driving reflex I have. I just love travel.
The Convent we were meant to find
After several failed attempt to find things we were looking for (Monastery with cats) we decided to find things that were looking for us. We headed toward the main city and pulled over when we saw a brown sign (generally shows points of interest). It was in Greek so we had no idea what was there. But we unloaded the kids and walked in. a nun dressed in all black ran out "Can I help you?" Honestly we didn't even know enough to ask anything. So I stupidly asked "what is this place?" She almost shyly admitted that this was a "Monastery for nuns" and offered to show us around. We covered our heads and she took us into a church that was dark and roughly the size of my kitchen. Icons hung everywhere and a dark red writing was on the primary wall. The church was from the 14th century our tour guide/host told us and she explained the saints hung on the wall. I asked her what her days were like. She seemed confused about my question and responded "I pray" she looked at me for confirmation that she had understood correctly. When I nodded encouragingly she talked about how she makes jam and picks apples. She bakes bread "for hospitality" and prays again. As evidence of her work she loaded us down with olive bread and dry pretzel bread. We lit homemade candles in the little church and walked out into the bright sunlight.
Our GPS was great with directions. But it wasn't so good at giving directions that had anything to do with the streets. This meant we were lost often. Luckily islands are very hard to get lost for very long. When we got hungry we saw a restaurant and stopped. Four men in camouflage were sitting and smoking in the front so the kind prioritor showed us to the back sunny room. He gave us a heavy and sticky menu written in greek and admitted "I have some things...but not all of the things" We passed the menus back and told him to order for us. He recommended four dinners and soon our table was covered in food. Pita with hummus, lamb with carrots, muska, tseki sauce, bread wtih olive oil and a silver plater loaded with fries for good measure. The smell was all grease and garlic. By the time we finished eating most platers were still full. We thanked our host paid our surprisingly reasonable bill and rolled ourselves out to the car..
We decided the GPS was just sending us to good places to be. Not necessarily the places we wanted to go but good places never the less. Thank you GPS.