No matter how often I spend a summer holiday at Protaras, I never seem to have enough of it. It's like a passionate lover I can't do without once I take a dip in the clearest of waters feeling the sand beneath my toes like a velvety carpet.
Crystal-clear turquoise waters changing into deep blue early in the morning and turning into an amazing azure just before dusk, sandy beaches against a rugged landscape, incredible sunsets, romantic tavernas just a few steps away from the call of the sea. Boats restlessly come and go into the fishing shelter, loaded with fresh kalamari, sea bream, sea-bass, red mullet, red snapper. You can either buy the fish from the fisherman's boat or taste them in one of the many fish tavernas. Protaras is located on the outskirts of Paralimni, at about 60 km east of Larnaca. That's where I spent my last summer holiday last weekend - an invigorating and relaxing weekend - at the Golden Coast Hotel - the jewel of Protaras - situated on the best sandy bay in the eastern Mediterranean, just next to the fishing shelter.
I had been looking forward to this last holiday weekend before going back to work especially because I couldn't wait to meet Thanasis, my brother-in-law and Vaggelio, my sister-in-law, who had arrived from Serres, Greece. I was also very happy to meet again and welcome to Cyprus, Vaggelio's sister Yanoula and her husband, Babis. I wish they had come one week earlier so that I could show them around, but on Monday I had to go back to work and start preparing the new school-year which is round the corner.
Protaras is for me a kind of love-affair. It's both physical and emotional probably because it reminds me of my beloved Famagusta, which has been under Turkish occupation for forty years now, and where I'd spend my summer holidays in my early teens.