This past weekend was kind of entertaining. To test drive my (new-to-me) car and catch some sea air, I drove out to Limassol, the second largest city in Cyprus. Now, according to an unnamed Cypriot friend, Limassol is the "New Jersey of Cyprus," so quite frankly, I wasn't expecting much. But to be fair, I was pleasantly surprised and enjoyed my day immensely.
Beforehand, I went to a Starbucks to grab a cup of coffee and ran into the toddler fashion police. I walked in wearing a sweatsuit and white tennis shoes. This little girl standing in line in front of me gave me a huge smile, and then started scanning me from head to toe. When she saw my shoes, she got this funny look on her face...she was absolutely horrified. The kid was two. It's amazing how even the youngest Cypriot has a defined fashion sense.
When I got to Limassol, I found a great little cafe and sat out on the sidewalk. I was sitting there, wearing my red boots (yes, I changed the tennis shoes and sweat pants), when this guy in a Ferrari drives up. And revs his engine. And I didn't look at him. And he revved it again. It was kind of fun to blow off a guy driving a Ferrari.
Beforehand, I went to a Starbucks to grab a cup of coffee and ran into the toddler fashion police. I walked in wearing a sweatsuit and white tennis shoes. This little girl standing in line in front of me gave me a huge smile, and then started scanning me from head to toe. When she saw my shoes, she got this funny look on her face...she was absolutely horrified. The kid was two. It's amazing how even the youngest Cypriot has a defined fashion sense.
When I got to Limassol, I found a great little cafe and sat out on the sidewalk. I was sitting there, wearing my red boots (yes, I changed the tennis shoes and sweat pants), when this guy in a Ferrari drives up. And revs his engine. And I didn't look at him. And he revved it again. It was kind of fun to blow off a guy driving a Ferrari.
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