kidnapped

My husband kidnapped me this weekend.  What started as an excursion for tacos turned into a drive to the opposite of the island, about two hours away, so we could sit on the beach and watch the sunset.  Nearly two hours later, we were sitting with a bag full of McDonald's on a bench in Paphos overlooking the Mediterranean.

This was the last of the major cities we needed to see on the Greek side of the island, and it absolutely did not disappoint.  It's the smallest of the four  but has the most exquisite beaches and water access.  We walked a couple of miles along the boardwalk, savoring the western horizon and the fresh breeze of afternoon storms. It still boggles our minds that when we look out, it's the Mediterranean.  Not the Atlantic or Pacific, but the Mediterranean.  Slowly but surely we're beginning to love our little corner of the world.