pebble stones

Early mornings and afternoons are bit chilly. Kids started wearing jackets.

We drove to Episkopi Bay on the east side of Akrotiri peninsula, near the old Kouris river, and found a beautiful pebble stone beach at sunset.

DIY: Crocheted beach stones.

the seasons

When I found fresh potatoes at the local supermarket I was reminded how cool it is that many vegetables and fruits have a second season on Cyprus. Some people say the mild winters here are rather like spring elsewhere and the extremely hot summers more like winter.

On our weekend menu I prefer other root-vegetables though. I'm especially fond of them oven roasted in herbs and garlic and with a glass of red. How do you prefer yours?

If you're into growing organic vegetables on Cyprus you might find this site interesting.

Shall we play - θα παίζουμε

I experience playing with other native kids is the best way for our kids to get used to a life in a new country. It's on the playground when things get real and they tend to forget their shyness and lack of vocabulary.

Having a greek speaking friend who is as well a second cousin is therefore something extra precious.

I don't know, it might be genetic. My father loved figs too.

So proud. The fig plant on the veranda has produced small but nice tasting figs. The plant is however starting to loose it's leaves. I should probably re-plant it in a larger pot.

We eat loads of figs as soon as we get our hands on them in the supermarkets. Green, green-red or red. It's been season several months now.

 It is my dream to grow an own fig tree one day.

A special wedding

There're two things about Cypriot weddings. They're a great opportunity to meet with family and friends. And they're typically soaked in tradition, still so highly valued by the young.

Actually there's a third thing. They're highly popular. A wedding in the mountain village Agros probably averages two thousand guests as the whole village is invited. Besides relatives across the island, those abroad don't hesitate long distances for a wedding.

This day my cousin son M and his P where the highlight of the village. And since this was the first wedding ever in Cyprus for me I was particularly mesmerised by the procedure.

We joined at my cousins home where the bridegroom was being dressed up by his closest family and friends. This ceremony was accompanied by live music and good food. It was crowded and cheerful. Same thing was happening with the bride on the other side of the village, I was told.

When it was time for the church bells to ring, me and husband hurried to catch a parking lot outside the church. To find the church empty. Apart from a flower decorator who assured it was the right church. For someone like me who grew up in Sweden this was quite a hillarious moment.

Half hour later the processions with musicians at the front started in the direction towards the church. One with the bridegroom and one with the bride, followed by all the closest folks. So beautifully.

Besides the beautiful church wedding the festivties included many familiar faces, interesting talks with dear close ones as well as more distant, and an abundance of local food. I found out later that I took my last photo of my dear uncle Jannos this day. Sadly he passed away just one week later, after many years of suffering. Always dear in my memory.

Unrelated:
Sfgirlbybay goes yellow accents, again. Previously here. Makes me smile.