We arrived to Cyprus and stayed in a town just outside of Girne. We had decided to visit Northern Cyprus because unlike the Greek side of Cyprus the Turkish side is less developed. For the most part, large resorts have yet to be developed.
We were in for a treat as it seemed we had everything almost to ourselves. So we took a lot of time just wandering around.
The amazing thing in Northern Cyprus is the old gnarled and weathered olive trees. I read in one of the guides that scientific research had shown that the origin of Olive Trees was Cyprus. I don’t know if that’s 100 percent true but I am sure it’s fairly close to true. Either way, to drive past groves of olives and see the long history in the weathered wood is to look back in time a bit.
I can say hands down that the olives from Cyprus were the best I’ve ever eaten. We even packed some home with us.
My husband would drive around the island pointing at things in wonder and saying “look at that, that’s ancient!!”
It was endearing, because he made no discrimination about ancient, to him, everything unequivocally was ancient.