Europe: part 9

Cyprus: 

The next morning there was a fantastic breakfast by mom, really it was better than any other breakfast we have had.  We went for a drive and it was raining again. We stopped along the coast and i skipped some rocks while mom tried to get pictures taken, suddenly a bigger wave than before came and washed over Brian’s feet!

The driving there is insane. We nearly got in so many wrecks, and parking happens wherever you want. Even in the middle of the road. Mom and Dad took us to a market place where we had some guy yell at my parents they didn't belong there in Cyprus. That Cyprus is Greek orthodox, and America is where they belong. Funny thing is, we saw the exact guy the next day on the docks. He walked by and told us not to listen to dad. Ha ha, if he only knew we were related. After we went to the store, we saw the elders near the church and gave them the squeegee we got at the store.  After that, we went to Aphrodites wall where we tried to get a good picture of me Brian and dad but mom kept stepping on the snails, crunch! We are laughing in all of those pictures.

LUCY! stop killing snails! thats what my dad is saying...ha

After the wall we went to Lazarus church where Brian had to drape himself with a skirt thing to go in.  We saw Lazarus tomb and looked around the church a bit.

 After the church we went and got gelato.  Mom tried to get Brian to have 5 scoops! He only got 3 though. After that we drove down the coast of the Mediterranean. We then went home because Brian was soaked from his calves down because of the big wave that hit him. At home Brian changed and mom made lunch. We waited till about 1 and then headed to the camel park on the way we almost died in the car. That is a given every time you step foot in a car in Cyprus.

 We rode camels and had a good time trying to not get wet on the playground equipment. 

 After we rode the Mechanical bull, I think the guy took it easy on us because the mattress thing was all wet and dirty. We both "won". 

 After that, we drove to the monastery only for men. Mom and dad were a hoot in trying to get there. I kept wanting to ask, haven't you been there already? So once we got there dad and Brian headed to the top and learned secrets only men can know. We talked to one of the guys while up there. He'd been there 30 years! They wear black robes, and hats that remind Brian of Hasidic Jews. Must be that coupled with the awesome (read, disgusting) beards they all have. Been around since 339 AD. 

 We went home for lunch/dinner. Then to institute where mom gave an awesome lesson to the Phillipine girls and Nigerians. We left for home soon after the lesson because of dads customary, lickitey split exit. We went and got kebob meat after that and it was hilarious trying to get the guy to understand what we wanted. Finally it clicked and we went home and enjoyed our meat. We also gave mom a blessing for her hips and joints.

Day 2 Cyprus:
That morning we didn't have a very large good breakfast like I'm used to with mom sadly.  We had to save room for fish and chips later. We then left to go on a walk at the promenade, dad snagged a good parking spot, that's where we saw persecution Pete.  We went to get fish and chips at the place mom and dad said was the best and most authentic. Then we had to go back and grab our laundry (it was going nonstop the whole time...).  We packed up all our stuff and we headed to the airport and had a tearful goodbye. 

We went through all of security and got into the boarding line, luckily a worker made her way to the back checking boarding passes. She was like, you can't board unless you have this stamped. Brian told her that he looked around at the beginning and there was no Ryanair check thing, so he thought it came later.  We had to run back through all of security to the very front, and got it stamped by Swiss air or something (c'mon people, they invented signs for a reason). Then ran back through security, luckily everyone had just seen the stupid Americans go by and helped us move quick. So we ran up to the gate and...... There was still a huge line. So no worries. There was some crazy European dude who went to the front of the line and ducked under the ropes trying to get ahead of us. Luckily Michelle out maneuvered him or he would have been ahead of us! Then he did the same thing to get on the plane first, got off the plane first of course, but still had to wait on the bus, ha. The bus only took us like 30 feet to the building too. When we got out to the bus station, we had like 30 min till ours came to pick us up. Another company pulled up and the guy asked if we were going to Milan, I told him we had already bought tickets. He was like, you know, I'm not sure if your bus will be here, there's a wreck on the freeway. You might have to wait a really long time. Luckily we didnt have any plans so that didn't worry us a lot. Only when the time came our bus pulled up, and we got on, and left before the other guys' bus did! You sneaky Italian! Made it home, Brian’s backpack was safe, thank goodness, and we slept really well that night.