Today, we took a walk to the beach, expecting it to be a nice relaxing time. Instead, we got to do something way better. It’s about a ten-minute walk from our house to the beach, all on the edge of a cliff with a beautiful sight of the Mediterranean.
When we got there, I was surprised to see how little people there were. We were walking around to find a spot when we found it. A giant sand mound that we could climb up. It was at least fifteen feet tall and cone-shaped. It looked like they had just gotten it there yesterday.
We climbed to the top, where the view was pretty good. We jumped and rolled off it, and eventually, it turned into a game of King of the Hill. Although it was impossible for Kaitlyn, Reagan and me to push Dad off, it was still a lot of fun.
I had my whole legs covered in sand to the point where I couldn’t see them anymore, and my hands were even worse. My toes ached from all the climbing we were doing, and my lungs burned from lack of oxygen.
Eventually, one of us had to get hurt, and this time, it was Liam again. We rinsed off in the sea, then walked back home, still pretty much covered in sand. There is an outside shower that we could wash off in, then jump in the pool to get most of the rest of the sand in.
I have to say, that King of the Hill game was probably the best thing we’ve done here in Cyprus. There isn’t much to do other than the beach and the pool because it isn’t tourist season, so having that mound there was like Christmas come early.