[h=5]Copy pasted from Facebook
Cyprus was a tiny land filled with more energy than I would have expected before I came. But it was a real place of life and love that deserves more land than it has and has lost. It's dry, rugged, beautiful, and populated by a beautiful people who speak Greek but look like every region that has ever passed the island by. It felt both nothing like home and a bit like home, it's about the size of Connecticut and in a way each distance between cities was like back here. Paphos was Stamford, Limassol was New Haven, Larnaca was New London and Nicosia was Hartford. Familiar in a surprise way!
Chrissie's family was more welcoming and loving even than I ever could have expected, I was an awkward foreigner who could barely communicate with most of them, but they took me in as family, and now I have family halfway across the world. An island on the scary distant words of Europe and Asia that I can feel welcome on. Chrissie's mother was a wonderful lady who had the same homey mothering vibe that my grandmother does, and her father, well boyfriend's fear the girlfriend's father by nature lol but I have been nothing but lucky and blessed to be so welcome by him. He really does care for his little girl, and I feel honored to see that he trusts me to make her happy for all time :). Her brothers are both great guys, Theo gave me a really wonderful goodbye on the phone from his job that I did not expect and made me really touched, and the times me and Chrissie spent with her brother Alexis and his fiance Antonia were some of the most outright fun I had on the trip no question (all without me being able to really talk to either one!). And Myria was like a slice of home, reminding me of my own silly lovable teenage female cousins. A whole cast of cousins and uncles and aunts were there too, most of whom I did not see enough of and look forward to getting to know more on future visits.
I did not get to know Gucci very well though sadly.
I also met Christiana's favorite priest, and what an amazing rarity of a man. Growing up in the US there's a lot of really ugly forms of religion here that easily make my generation throw the baby out with the bathwater in our rejection of it. It didn't help again to recently see multiple talking heads trying to connect the Newtown massacre with the US "rejecting Jesus" or whatever. But this man was…was everything a holy man should be as far as I could see. When he ran across his living room to hug Chrissie like she was a dear friend I was kind of speechless in the best way possible. To use as a nerdy a reference as possible, it was like meeting Yoda or something and I'm not going to forget lighting candles in mountain cave shrines for Saints anytime soon for a variety of reasons. Plus Orthodox Priests really rock those beards and black robes.
The political situation on the island is a really sad story with no winners as far as I could see. The Greeks lost so much, much of which has been literally left to rot unused. And the Turkish Cypriots have lost participation in a real country and the life and success that comes with it, the north I saw was a non-functioning rump state that seemed alternatively angrily jealous and paranoid (Turkish Nicosia) and almost sadly wordlessly wanting to apologize and rejoin the south (Turkish Famagusta). Maybe I imagined that with the latter, but the Turkish Famagusta was a dead city in both areas. The cordoned off abandoned ghost city part obviously, but so too with the populated Turkish part. The absence of the Greeks who used to live with them was very clear, and they seemed aware that this was so. I don't know what will help an acceptable reunion happened, but I do have to give this island credit. I've researched and studied lots of such places with divides like this, from Georgia, Yugoslavia, to the Koreas, and the civility and respect even through the anger I see here is something that should make the whole world humble.
Last and most of all was my cat herself, Chrissie. It never ceases to amaze me how much good she's brought to my life since she entered into it. And getting to understand her and where she comes from allows me to appreciate and love her even more. I want her to know she is a truly amazing person, that she should love herself as fully as she does the people in her life from me down to her little tri-lingual pre-schoolers
S'Agapo Cyprus, S'Agapo Chrissie [/h]
BONUS:
What little I saw of Germany….how the heck is it possible for ME to feel not white hahaha. Seriously! Also the creepy unspoken Amish silent treatment relationship between the Germans and their immigrants I noticed really made me....corny as this sounds...proud to be an American. We have many kinks to work out in our diverse society, but we are lightyears ahead of that and returning to the insane world in miniature of NYC really allowed me to appreciate that all over again after Munich.
And Greece (which me and Chrissie will visit later this year)...it's easy to sit back and read articles about the Greek economic depression and scoff at that screwy Greece and it's clumsy economy. But the human toll there is horrible considering it's first world. It's NOT a bunch of lazy whiners crying about not being able to retire at 55. It's a Depression with a capital D. I was in Athens, Athens, not some podunk Greek Detroit. Countless stores were shuttered and closed down, there was threatening graffiti everywhere including some that were clearly neo-nazi in origin, the city was littered with tension, sceevy looking dudes, homeless people, and a general atmosphere of decay and anger. It was seriously scary and sad.