If you are lucky enough to be in Cyprus during the (late August/early September), go. It is chaos. It is glorious. For the price of a ticket, you get a wine glass and unlimited tastings from local villages. You will try wines that taste like raisins, wines that taste like pine resin, and wines that taste like nothing you have ever experienced. You will dance with a 70-year-old man named Yiannis. You will wake up with a headache and a story.
It is waking up at 6 AM because the light is too beautiful to sleep through. It is buying a souvlaki from a roadside stand at 1 AM, still wrapped in paper, eating it while looking at the stars over the Mediterranean. It is arguing with a taxi driver about politics and ending up at his cousin’s taverna for free dessert. A summer in Cyprus
Explore picturesque wine villages like Omodos and Lofou , where you can wander narrow cobblestone streets and visit ancient monasteries. If you are lucky enough to be in
Forget the crowded Greek islands of Santorini or Mykonos for a moment. Cyprus is the Mediterranean’s forgotten giant: sunnier than the Greek mainland, warmer than the Italian coast, and dirtier in the best way possible—authentic, rugged, and unapologetically hedonistic. For the price of a ticket, you get
in August, ideal for long sessions of snorkeling and diving. : The Troodos Mountains remain about
What two months on the island taught me about time, taste, and trusting my gut