We woke up last Friday in our new home in Pissouri, gazed out at this lovely view…
…. and then promptly killed the electricity by turning on the hot water heater. Oops.
I worked on my laptop for a bit, but without Internet (and coffee), there wasn’t much I could do until the electrician arrived, so we headed out to the beach instead (with a quick stop for coffee).
Theo has been asking to go to the beach for weeks. However, as soon as we arrived it became clear that he didn’t remember that beaches involve waves. After assuring him that we wouldn’t let the water “get” him , we managed to convince him to come hang out in the sand… and he’s been super into beaches ever since. Unless it’s raining (or snowing), we have been spending a few hours every morning on one beach or another.
I picked up some random sand toys at a charity store in Nicosia, and Theo has been making good use of them at the beach closest to us, which is about half sand and half rocks. Just a little bit farther there is a stunning, entirely rocky beach with a stream for Theo to play in.
We haven’t found any outdoor playgrounds nearby this house and, honestly, don’t really need them. As someone who spent a good chunk of her childhood in a rural, woodsy area, I’m happy to watch Theo discover the joy of playing in a stream with a stick.
