So I’m not normally one to get deep, so bear with me. I believe that everyone has a ‘spiritual home’ – where you feel that sense of calm, along with a stirring sense of excitement. Like you’re where you belong. If you’re lucky enough to travel often you may have encountered several places that give you this feeling of elation, or you may be even luckier to experience it right where you call home now.
15 years ago my Husband and I journeyed down the Karpaz – the peninsular or ‘pan handle’ of Cyprus. It was barren, poor, and occupied by farmers. It was, and still is, one of the few places on the island where you find Greek Cypriots and Turkish Cypriots living side by side. It is also home to fabulous hidden ruins, sea turtles and wild donkeys. Today it is much the same, though the western Karpaz now has several holiday villages bringing in much needed business and money to the area. I’m not sure the photos do it justice but I hope they convey some of the reasons why the Karpaz is my spiritual home.
BIG holiday hair!:
Not sure I’ve ever seen clearer water – no wonder the turtles love it!:
Lunch was a picnic in a ruined chapel – not a bad spot:
Just call me Aphrodite:
So I want to be a goat herder when I grow up:
Excuse me mate!:
The beach behind me is Turtle Beach where we spent a night of our honeymoon at the bar, and then slept in a beach shack. It was a very drunken night – I still remember how rough I felt the day after! Hasan, the owner, who poured the brandy in 1998, was still there today. Amazing memories: