I love Cyprus; I've been there three times since I was a kid. It's one of those magical places that seems to make you happy whether it's sunny or raining! I remember scurrying about after lizards en route to Pervolia's pebble beach and drawing nonsense images on the rocks to pass the time. It was amazing, and truth be told, I miss it something terrible.
I don't think travel broadens the mind, mind you; I just think it relaxes it. You lose a little bit of tension and let yourself go a bit, as all your problems are back home and, for a week or two, you can escape from it all. Just relax on a beach and watch the sun set; the only immediate concern being the chaffing of sand up your bum! But I honestly think human beings need a bit of travel - it doesn't do to stay in one place all your life - you have to get out there and have a change of scenery every now and then, just to give you some escapism. Escapism from a big world that's starting to seem smaller and smaller, and from small problems that are starting to seem bigger and bigger.
Me? I just fancy a holiday.
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