Peyia Cyprus

real life in the village of Peyia

Lynn - 06/06/2009

As a little girl, growing up in Hebburn, North East of England, I remember my grandparents telling me stories of how everyone knew everyone in Hebburn. People looked out for one another; anyone you met was quite literally, a friend you hadn't been introduced to yet. Doors were left open and hearts always ready to share the ups and downs of daily life. It seemed unlikely to me, a 60s child who marvelled at the revolution of the world around me. Colour TVs brought more thefts and the population boomed and got more and more distant.....

Today, as I drove to the centre of the village of Peyia, it struck me what I really do love about this place; the locals are very local: families have been here for generations and look out for one another. Grandfather watches grandson drive past to work, using his mercedes rather than the tractor - or donkey- grandfather had preferred. Coffee is taken outside the kafenes, to these great old men can share the break of the day and watch their families grow and go about their day.

The locals also open their hearts to new residents and tourists alike. Not standing on ceremony at all, toothless smiles are shared freely with anyone who'll stop to chat or wave as they drive by. You feel recognised, welcome and part of the heartbeat of this thriving Cypriot village. Even the influx of building which the expats have created, is forgiven and the locals keep the heart of the village as it should be.

Its home - and it feels right. I think we are very blessed to have found Peyia. I hope you find it too.