We spent about 10 days in Cyprus and it was awesome! We stayed with Father John, an Anglican priest Katisse knew from back home and he really spoiled us. He lives in a beautiful house right next to the church in downtown Nicosia. Cyprus is such an interesting island, it’s covered in flowers but really resembles Anatolia in Turkey, some speculate that it was a peace that broke off. Its political history is even more interesting though, it’s divided into two parts, one being the country of Cyprus (the south) and the other being the Turkish Republic of Cyprus (the north, only recognized by Turkey). To the E.U and Southern Cyprus it’s occupied territory and therefore if you fly into Northern Cyprus you cannot enter Southern Cyprus because technically you’ve entered illegally, Father John made sure we knew which end of the island we were flying into. The island was divided in the 70’s and to this day there is a U.N buffer zone and U. N troops there to maintain the peace…so crazy. The buffer zone is abandoned, whole houses and cars were left to decay. Cyprus since about 2000 BC has belonged to someone, it was Egyptian, Greek, Roman, Turkish, Italian, British…the list goes on, so it’s sort of having an identity crisis and has been having one for the past 30 years. That’s a brief history but it’s a little bit more complicated than that. Anyways, during our time with Father John we sat on the couch with his three amazing cats in our laps (they don’t bite or hiss or scratch) and hot tubbed. We ate, lounged, did laundry, shopped, made dinner, did dishes. Pretty much we were home for about a week, but of course we explored a bit! We went over to the Turkish side (“the dark side” as the Greek Cypriots like to call it) and met a British lady who was very sweet, very sympathetic to the Turkish view (most Cypriots are divided) she took us swimming in the Mediterranean at a beautiful beach. We explored some ruins on the island and drove through the beautiful mountain range that divided the Southern part. We did a Segway tour of the old town and cringed in embarrassment the whole time…it was fun though! We went to church and met an amazing Armenian, Libyan girl Alik who showed us around Nicosia. She was beautiful, dark hair and green eyes! She spoke 5 languages and acted/looked about 5 years older than she was. We helped out at the church Mayfair where we ran the ice-cream stall and ate a lot of ice-cream…whoops. All in all it was our little home for a week and a bit and it was amazing, we thanked Father John profusely and then we jumped on the plane headed for Athens…then Rome!