Easter in Cyprus is very much about traditions so there really isn’t any better place to celebrate this time of year than up in the mountains at Georgie’s grandparents summer house in the village. Families come together, many beers and kilos of meat are consumed and little cousins play in the back of pappou’s pickup truck. Of course I doubt anything could compare to the day he sat on a horse for the first time.
Life has been good this past week. We headed to the mountains on Sunday, where Georgie will also be spending a week with his grandparents while mummy and papa get some alone time. We found a gorgeous tavern sitting on a mountaintop complete with a treehouse and really good food. I think it’s called Adventure or something. There’s also a paintball field and ice rink. It’s just outside the village of Kyperounda. The next day we went to the beach and stayed there for three days. I’m not kidding. We were at the beach ALL DAY. With the exception of naps and rest, for the most of our little holiday Georgie was covered in sunscreen and sand. Pity I forgot to be so vigilant with myself- I haven’t been sunburnt in years and now I’m heading into my thirties I’m pretty sure signals bad news for my skin. But thankfully, nothing affected us, not even Georgie’s routine being thrown off. My little dude was in a delightful mood and enjoyed everything. From the different types of food he tried for the first time- salmon sashimi and prawn crackers!- to his very first roller coaster ride and carousel ride. And yes, I was the goofy mummy with her iPhone taking pictures and recording videos that I’ll probably never watch because you can’t actually see Georgie.
When temperatures begin to soar seek refuge in the mountains. Seriously! It was the kind of weather where you kinda need a cardigan but bearing your shoulders is just as much an option whereas in the city you just wanted to shoot yourself. Kakopetria, the village we chose to spend our Sunday, relaxes me. The absolutely amazing food at the Ais Giorkis tavern is unbeatable and so are the loukoumades (honey balls) served at a cute outdoor cafe with a playground! Needless to say, it took four people to keep up with the little dude after he had three honey balls! The drive to the village is also totally worth it especially if you’re accompanying over ten different colored vintage Minis. A day well-spent. x