Slightly reminiscent of Albufeira in Portugal, as we’re living on the slopes of a mountain and anywhere you go involves hill walking - although Albufeira seemed to have rollercoaster hills that meant it felt a fair bit of the walk for groceries was uphill going and coming back. So down to the supermarket to replenish and also just to see what is there - and on the way there. Sesame studded bread baking in the oven, for one thing, so we dally long enough for it to cool sufficiently to be put in paper bags and on the shelf. Shop seems to have a fair wine and liquor collection for a store its size too, although we’re not in need at the moment.
No need to buy fruit. Copious quantities of lemons growing in our garden (at least a dozen trees). Blood oranges too, which J says he first fell for in Jerusalem many years ago. As in every country, we avoid expensive imports and eat the local things we love. A list: avocados, artichokes, aubergines. All grow in Cyprus.
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