Cypress

On Saturday we spent the day in Limassol, Cypress, and to be honest, it was generally appealing but not fabulous. We did not go to Paphos, which is supposed to be fabulous--at least UNESCO thinks so. We were frankly a little tired after camels, belly dancers, and enthusiastic vendors. So we stuck with Limassol. Which was really OK. Plus I got to pose with Jacques Cousteau. As a kid I watched The Undersea World of Jacques Cousteau every Sunday night right before Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom and it was nice to see his wax self right there in the Limassol equivalent of Souix Village. Sponges, and shells, and tacky jewelry galore.

Benj had a moment of Pirate regression (do you remember his multi-year pirate phase when he had either the dough hook of my KitchenAid or a plastic dagger stuck down his pants at all times?) with Captain Menacing.

We found a great graffiti wall and took some Passey classics:

Thank Sarah Palin for this one.

Sarah and Benjamin channeling their inner emo.And we found a great church with a real, live, Eastern Orthodox wedding in progress. Great chanting. Julia was a little disturbed by the fact that the Bride and Groom were tied together. She may be too young to get the symbolism/foreshadowing of that one.
We bought some cool leather bracelets.
And we checked out the ocean. Dave gave a few stone skipping lessons and then it was...
back to the ship for dinner. Nice , huh?