Lefkara. That is the name of this breathtaking village just outside of Larnaca. We headed there yesterday, on a beautiful sunny but cool day with my sister and her family. The kids had a fantastic time walking through the pebbled alleyways and eating loukoumades, which again I didn’t get a picture of, because I just about had time to snag two for myself before they disappeared. The older kids, Angelo and Mia were keen on checking out the bright coloured houses and made us laugh when they looked confused as to why the roads were so small. We explained that back then people didn’t have cars, they had donkeys. Angelo: ‘I don’t understand’. This is the second Sunday outing in two months so I think we should aim for more, make it a regular ‘thing’. Georgie is old enough to last through the day with a quick nap in the car so leaving town is less stressful. There’s nothing like enjoying your food with a toddler who isn’t interested in doing the same, right? Thinking about doing more posts like this. Perhaps I’ll call it This is Cyprus.
