Tag: Cats

• Early Morning Confessions

  Posted at 5:00 AM by Brittany, on September 30, 2025

  1. Time for another rapid fire, minimal transition post where I can brain and photo dump multiple things that have happened in my life the past couple months (we’ve had a lot of EMC posts lately.) This post will be cat heavy. Is that anything new though? I don’t think so.

  Speaking of cats…has anyone been seeing the trend on social media where people are buying their cats a concrete slab? I try not to fall prey to these things, but I HAD TO TRY IT with Little. I bought a 16×16 concrete slab for just under $6 and hoped for the best. Naturally, my cat was beyond disinterested in this. It’s fun watching videos of other cats loving the slab, but mine barely even sniffed it. HA.

  2. Duncan and I went to hike Mount Si recently, his first time. This hike is notorious for Canada Jay’s dive bombing hikers for their snacks. I’m not usually one to feed the wildlife, but look…us not feeding them won’t change a damn thing here. People will never stop. Instead, we can opt to feed them species appropriate snacks like bird seed.

  Or, like in the photo below…we can pretend to feed them, only for them to see an empty hand. I call this photo: “disappointment.”

  

  

  

  3. You won’t be able to tell from any of the photos in this post, but my hair is the longest it’s been since 2017. The downside of growing out a pixie cut is that it grows really wonky. I had a mullet/rat tail like section that was longer than the majority of my hair, and this week I’d had enough. I cut the mullet myself, only to ask my mom to help me. It’s not perfect, but at least most of my hair is “even.”

  I will get a proper haircut eventually. LOL.

  4. A while back I agreed to watch my friends kid so she and her sister could go to a concert. The time came, and I had a blast from the past evening. We started with perler beads, where I made the most beautiful creature known to man. Then I introduced her kid to the wonderful world of the N64 (I went easy on him.) And we ended the day with a jump on the trampoline. FULLY equipped with a net, just like the one I had as a kid.

  Safety first.

  

  5. My Garmin watch was acting a fool recently. The elevation gain on my hikes was constantly messed up, it was no longer accurately recording my distances for hikes or runs, and it was just all around spazzy. I contacted Garmin to see if there was anything I could do to help this, and they offered to send me a free exchange.

  The watches they use for this are refurbished, but I figured anything was better than what I had.

  The watch I received was as good as new initially. Unfortunately it had some pixelation issues, but they immediately fixed the problem and I’m getting another “new” to me watch. Black and Decker needs to take notes…(see number 9 in that post.)

  6. Back in February Duncan bought tickets to see my favorite artist for my birthday. The time came, and we set off for the concert at the farm. While I LOVED seeing Gregory Alan Isakov, I don’t think the outdoor concert scene is for me. I was wildly distracted (and annoyed? even though it’s totally in their right?) by the people constantly walking around.

  I was spoiled seeing Gregory for the first time with the Seattle Symphony (LOOK AT that baby child in that post, I wish I could go slap her and tell her to relax her freaking forehead in those photos. This is why my forehead is now wrinkled.) A background symphony is now my standard – inside, no one moves around, acoustics on POINT.

  I still had a good time and I’m glad we went. Greg (we’ve met, so naturally we’re on a first name basis. We’re basically besties) was fantastic as always.

  

  

  7. If you’ve been around here for a while you will remember this post from a year ago. The specific call out in that post is the hubcap story. I lost a hubcap, but it wasn’t the first time. Because this had happened before, when I saw a rogue Toyota Camry hubcap on the side of the road sometime around 2014 I picked it up and stored it for when I needed it.

  I ended up needing it last year, and sadly I have since lost that replacement hubcap. I recently had to get a new tire (my third one this year wtf) and when they put the hubcap back on it must have been the final straw. When Duncan and I parked at the Gregory Alan Isakov concert I notice it was missing. That free hubcap lasted me a year, and I will call that a win.

  I am back on the hunt for another rogue hubcap on the side of the road, wish me luck.

  8. Recently at work we received a random one off Nalgene that we don’t typically carry. I already own a Nalgene, and I use it for hikes where a glass jar will not be a good idea (I exclusively drink and eat out of glass. Yes, I’m one of those.) Because of this I did not need another Nalgene. One is more than enough. However, this Nalgene was very cute and I made a comment about it to my coworker.

  I expressed to him how much I liked it, but I didn’t need two Nalgene’s. He knew we likely wouldn’t be getting anymore of these and he decided to buy it for me. This made the Nalgene suddenly very special, and I am reminded of the magnitude of a small gesture. This made my day, and now I can just rotate between the two Nalgene’s I own. Or I can give my other one away. So many options.

  

  9. I’m getting the itch again to sign up for a half marathon. I truly don’t know what is wrong with me. I swore after my last one I would not run another one for a WHILE. That one destroyed me not only physically, but mentally as well. Somehow after the summer season passes I tend to forget how much I abhor the last few weeks of training for a half.

  I might try to start training earlier and run exclusively throughout the winter. Maybe that will help?

  10. Last, but most certainly not least Duncan and I went on a triple date recently to Ziggy’s Cat Lounge. I went here once last year, and this time it was just the six of us in the room. We had a magical time, and I was reunited with two of their resident black cats. They recently got ANOTHER resident black cat (named Binx, how fitting), and they were all so sweet.

  I managed to capture a photo of Duncan in his element…feeding wild animals (this is a call back to him being Snow White on Mt. Si with the bird.)

  

  

  My favorite thing about this visit is that all of us own cats and are very happy with the cats we own. Sometimes cat owners just want to have coffee and socialize together in public…with other cats.

  Q: What’s your confession?

  

  | 16 Comments Tagged Cats, Concert, Early Morning Confessions, Gregory Alan Isakov, Hiking, Little

• Ziggy’s Cat Lounge

  Posted at 4:30 PM by Brittany, on June 10, 2024

  If you don’t like cats, skip this post and come back next time.

  It’s absolutely no secret around these parts that I am obsessed with cats. I am also obsessed with coffee, and when you pair the two together in one location I am over the moon with joy. Duncan and I found a cat cafe a couple years ago and while I enjoyed visiting, it was a bit sad to only have a few cats to socialize with. Seattle has some larger cafe’s with upwards of 20+ cats, but I have zero desire to go to the city these days.

  A couple weeks ago my friend Laura and I were trying to decide on somewhere to meet between the two of us for a hangout. We chose to meet at Ziggy’s Cat Lounge because she loves cats and coffee just as much as I do. While I didn’t love that coffee was extra at this cafe (the last one I went to included coffee in admission price), I am happy to support a good cause and to play with cats.

  The americano I ordered was delicious though, worth the $4.

  

  

  

  First impression was great. I could see multiple cats from outside of the building, and the main lobby next to the cat room was large, welcoming, and full of black cat decor. After we ordered our drinks we went into the cat room where we had 45 minutes to socialize with the cats. There were 10-11 cats on this day, more than I could have imagined. All the cats were great, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t immediately choose favorites.

  I’ll give you one guess as to which colored cats were my favorite…

  

  

  Shocker – Pawl and Clawdia, the two resident black cats were my favorites. Pawl was like the dad who wandered around making sure everyone was where they should be, while Clawdia chased a red laser beam like a drug addict searching for drugs. The little grey and white one was equally playful, and my other favorite. Please don’t tell him I have forgotten his name.

  

  Cassie is holding a small toy in her left paw. She carried this thing around like she gave birth to it herself, and at one point got it lodged under a giant cat wheel (think hamster wheel, but large and for cats.) I saw my opportunity to save her kin, and freed the toy from its dungeon. She didn’t give me so much as a thank you meow, but I know she immediately categorized me as the best human in all the land.

  

  The above black and white kitty was a sweet one. That’s all I have to say about her. Although there was a grey and white 2yr old going on 16yr old curmudgeon who did not like this black and white sweetie. When the black and white babe climbed up onto the local cat tree, grey and white came out of his hole hissing the most non threatening breath of air I have ever heard.

  I can’t say I blame him, living in a room with 10 other roaming felines has to take its toll.

  

  Aside from that, everyone got along famously. The feeding and watering holes were frequented by multiple cats at a time without any fights breaking out. All but four cats were social and in the main lobby with us, the other four were in a staff only room. Because these four were also up for adoption we were allowed to take a peek and say hello to them.

  

  

  Initially I was bummed we only had 45 minutes here whereas at the last cat cafe I went to we had a full hour. Then 40 minutes passed and I felt ready to leave. We said our goodbyes in the last five minutes and headed off to spend the rest of our day drinking more coffee and catching up on life.

  But not before taking a photo with the epic mural.

  

  And that my friends is Ziggy’s Cat Lounge. 10/10 would recommend. While I would love to adopt another cat someday, Little would claw my face off if I came home with another cat. Or maybe he would love having a companion, we will never know. I think he quite likes being the center of attention though, and I quite like keeping a hawk eye on his eating and bathroom habits without the confusion of another eater and pooper.

  Somedays I think about volunteering at my local humane society, something I used to do in my early 20’s. Back then I volunteered as a dog walker, but truth be told it was a bit scary at times. After too many mornings where I was the only volunteer to show up I decided to stop doing this. They have a need for cat socializers as well, and this seems more my speed.

  Until then, I will spend my dollars on donations and socialize my own little black spawn.

  

  Q: This post is so niche, I know there aren’t many cat lovers who come by this blog, so I’ll ask this: Do you donate anywhere in particular that you are proud to support?

  

  | 35 Comments Tagged Cafe, Cat Lounge, Cats, Coffee

• Sweet Sixteen

  Posted at 5:00 AM by Brittany, on April 17, 2024

  The month was May, and the year was 2008. I don’t recall exactly what I was doing, but I vaguely remember I was outside my moms house as it was a beautifully sunny day. My mom had been gone for the majority of the morning singing at a wedding, and when I saw her car pull into the driveway I smiled and waved as I normally would, having no idea what was about to come next.

  My mom opened her car door, and nestled above her forearm was a tiny black kitten with ears twice the size of his head. I was confused as to who this tiny kitty belonged to, and the moment my mom said she brought this small bat like fur ball home for me I immediately panicked. I was not prepared for another cat (we already had one at the time), and I can’t believe that for a brief moment in time I did not want this small black cat that would later become my best friend.

  Thank goodness my intrusive thoughts didn’t win.

  

  

  Although I was taken aback by this new arrival, I quickly got over my initial anxiety of another cat and welcomed him to the family. He immediately fit in, and was an absolute menace from day one. I couldn’t have asked for a better cat. Fast forward many years, many ailments, and many memories later – my sweet, spunky, spicy kitty has officially made it to the age of sixteen.

  We assume he was around 8 weeks when he came home with my mom in May of 2008 (he was one of many kittens roaming the property at the wedding she was singing at), meaning he was likely born sometime in March of 2008. Last year we decided we would celebrate his birthday in April to meet somewhere in the middle. This year we celebrated again, and will continue to do so for as long as he decides to bless me with his presence. I adore cats, I live for cats, but I never saw myself as someone who would regularly celebrate a cats birthday.

  But now, I can never look back.

  

  

  We chose the first Sunday in April to celebrate, and I bought cupcakes and coffee for my family. For Little I bought fish flakes and a party collar, while Duncan bought him a new whale toy and a catnip filled log thing. Truthfully nothing compares to the cigar Duncan bought him last year, but these are a close second.

  We decided before sitting down to eat and sing HBD we would take Little on a birthday drive.

  

  After we drove around it was time to put on the party collar and indulge in some tasty treats. My local cupcake shop does an amazing GF cupcake (the same place I get the brownies from in my previous post), and let’s be real – any excuse for a cupcake is a good excuse. I can blame this on my cat all day long, but really I just needed a cupcake.

  I’ve thankfully been back on track with Little and his diet to ensure he is no longer getting constipated (if you’re confused by this comment, see my last post), so I plopped a can of his wet food onto a plate and smothered it with fish flakes before sticking a candle in the top. I sent a photo of this cat “cake” to one of my friends and she said at first glance she thought it was apple pie.

  I’m sure he wishes it was.

  

  

  I can’t help but laugh looking at these photos, I am fully aware of how ridiculous I am in wanting to celebrate a cat. However, after the last few years of ups and downs we have had – every single day I have with him is a blessing. I will continue to celebrate his added years as if they were collectable figurines worth hundreds of dollars with zero shame.

  Some people have human children, and some people have cat children. I’ll let you guess which person I am.

  

  

  

  Happy sweet sixteen my Little, I am so thankful you were brought to me all those years ago with your tiny head and big ears. You are my best pal, and I love you more than all the cupcakes in the world.

  Q: Have you ever had a birthday celebration for a pet? Would you?

  

  | 20 Comments Tagged Birthday, Cats, Little

• Cats, Cakes, and Conundrums

  Posted at 5:00 AM by Brittany, on March 22, 2024

  And finally, there is a moment to stop and breathe. Kind of. The last two months have been a whirlwind to say the least. I think perhaps this will be my new normal while I continue to live life with a geriatric cat. It sounds funny to refer to him as geriatric, as if he should be using a cane to walk. Alas just as it is with people, cats of his age are indeed geriatric by definition.

  My child recently turned 16, and while overall he is doing ok, he is not without his struggles. Some of these struggles are thanks to his mother (aka me), who recently attempted to change his food, resulting in a trip to the ER. Twice. The recent food swap gave him a multi day run with constipation, something he hasn’t struggled with since last May.

  Unfortunately I deviated twice from the food I know keeps him regular, hence two trips to the ER.

  

  “But Brittany, if he was eating a food that helped him poop, why would you change it?!”

  I’m so glad you asked. I am fairly confident the food that helps him poop makes him slightly nauseous. So I tried to find something else. I spent months before all this trying to find a food for him that also supported his kidney disease, to no avail (he is a picky little bugger.) So I switched him to a food that helped his nausea…but then he went and got his colon stuffed like a manicotti noodle.

  

  The first time we went to the ER last month he was backed up for six days, and when I took him in I was advised he would need to be anesthetized for an enema/manual extraction. He made it out alive, and he came home with pupils the size of saucers and a swollen anus. All of this transpired on my birthday. Three weeks later he was backed up again, this time for five days. The price tag was cheaper on the second visit, but the anus was just as swollen.

  Lessons have been learned, and I will never, ever, swap his food again. Or maybe I will, it’s been such a struggle finding the sweet spot for him with food.

  I ended up having to cancel an overnight trip I booked on my birthday, and while I was a bit bummed, my mom and Duncan made up for it by smothering me with sweet treats. Nothing soothes a sad soul quite like sugar and chocolate. There is a bakery near my house that has excelled at making gluten free brownies. Not only do they taste amazing, they also don’t make me feel like I’ve been caught in a stampede of elephant seals. A double win.

  

  

  

  It has been over a month since this most recent drama started with me and Little (my cat), and I finally feel like we are in a good spot. For now. The guilt I felt from causing his constipation is finally starting to wane, and he still purrs on my lap as if nothing happened. My anxiety has calmed a bit, and I feel more comfortable leaving him for the day knowing he is back on a normal poop path.

  I could barely leave him to go to work I was so worried. Anxiety ain’t easy y’all.

  To make up for my missed birthday adventure, or just because it was an excuse to get more sugar, a couple weeks ago Duncan took me to another gluten free bakery 50 minutes out of town. I made a pit stop at Trader Joe’s to buy myself a new tiny plant, meaning we arrived at the bakery too late in the day. Most everything was gone, but the two cakes we got were unbelievably delicious.

  Unfortunately within 30 minutes of finishing my cake the elephant seal stampede hit.

  

  

  

  You win some, and you lose some. My local bakery with the brownies is always a win, and The Wrens Nest was sadly a loss. The cake was delicious, but ultimately if I feel like a bag of trash after I eat something it’s an automatic no for me. The ambiance of this bakery was WONDERFUL though, and I would come back for a coffee because the vibe was too good.

  I’m thankful for each mini adventure these days, as I am finding it harder to leave my house lately. I feel the clock of life ticking as each day passes, and I am wanting to spend as much quality time with my cat as possible. I know one day he will no longer be around, and I don’t want to miss out on too many moments. Most of my days feel as if I am waiting for the next shoe to drop, but he is worth the effort.

  

  Time is something none of us can get back, and I want to be intentional with mine. For the first time in what feels like ever I am living day to day. I am unable to look into the future as I so often have in the past. I struggle with the idea of planning any vacations because the anxiety of leaving my cat for more than one night is too much. I’m in a floating limbo right now, and while I am still working on the concept of living in the moment, I think living in the day is a good place to start.

  Time is likely one of the best gifts we can give to those we care about, be it a pet, a friend, or a loved one. When I find myself getting worked up over things out of my control I try to remind myself of what’s really important in life. Spoiler: it’s not work, it’s not thoughts of anxiety, it’s not an unexpected change in plans – it’s the simplicity of time spent with others, and time spent with ourselves.

  Q: Do you consider pets another family member, or do you consider pets more of a convenience? Like a barn cat to catch mice, a dog for protection, etc. I have an arguably unhealthy attachment to pets, especially the one I have now.

  

  | 45 Comments Tagged Cats, Life, Little

• Early Morning Confessions

  Posted at 5:00 AM by Brittany, on November 15, 2023

  1. I have one last hike I want to share from the beginning of October, but it’s been so long since I’ve popped on here that I think an Early Morning Confessions post is in order. Somehow it’s already mid November, and almost time to scarf down pounds of turkey. It’s also almost time to be thankful Duncan is nearly one year older. Confession: I’m older than my sweet, young, boyfriend.

  Any guesses on how much of a gap we have?

  2. Speaking of the almost birthday boy, we managed our annual trip to a pumpkin patch just before Halloween. The pumpkin pickings were slim at this patch, and it looked as if a tornado had ripped through the farm leaving rotted gourds in its wake. We managed to find two small rejects that we turned into starry eyed puke faces.

  

  

  3. One of my coworkers is constantly recommending off the cuff movies to me. I have watched most of the ones he has suggested, some I have ruminated on after watching, but none more than the one I watched most recently. I wanted to watch Midsommar since first hearing about it, but I had no idea what I was getting myself into with that movie.

  It was one of the most disturbing movies I have seen in years, and yet I obsessed over it for a week.

  I don’t watch scary movies. They are absolutely not for me. I will envision scenes for far too long causing extensive fear of the dark as a full grown adult. This was a horror movie of sorts and although I cannot handle true horror, the psychological thriller aspect of this movie captivated me. However, I was thankful my coworker warned me of a specifically gory scene, I don’t like gore either.

  Has anyone else seen this movie?

  4. My cat is doing much better these days. I think I have dialed in what he needs in his geriatric stage of life. He is playful and eats well, seems to feel ok, and loves to snuggle. Now that the colder months have arrived he is a sucker for the space heater. He sticks his paws right under the vent that blows hot air, and the image kills me every time. I also bought him a heating pad because he is spoiled and he is my child.

  

  

  5. My dad came to visit at the end of September and spent a few days falling in love with my cat. He loves my cat so much he almost stuffed him in his duffle bag to take back home with him. He also went into full dad mode analyzing my car to ensure it was in top shape (I have driven the same car since 2008, and I absolutely love it.) One of these statements is true, and the other is not.

  Any guesses?

  6. My friend Sam and I took a day trip to Oregon the weekend before Halloween. Our goal was to visit Halloweentown, aka the town of St. Helens. For my fellow millennials who grew up in the 90’s you might remember this Disney channel movie. We rewatched the movie before going to Oregon and it was just as terribly great as I remembered.

  It was fun to see the filming location right in the center of town, and movie aside this was an adorable place.

  

  

  

  7. On this trip to Oregon we also stopped in Portland for Sam to visit Powell’s Books. I knew Portland would have some gluten free goodies, and I found a bakery around the corner from the bookstore. I was flabbergasted by the prices of the goods, and although I do better with gluten free than gluten full, I was not about to pay copious amounts of cash to feel like crap. I settled on a $6 scone that thankfully blew my socks off.

  It was worth every single repercussion.

  8. My friend Caitlin and I have been staying active despite the rainy weather. I am thankful to have a pal like her who is always up for an outdoor adventure. She has the sweetest adventure pup, and that means a lot coming from a cat lady.

  

  9. Staying active in the fall and winter months is imperative for my mental well being. I have started running more regularly again in an attempt to mitigate any seasonal sadness that is inevitably coming my way (I run year round, but only 1-2 times a week when it’s hiking season). Last year I did a run streak starting on Thanksgiving where I ran everyday for 39 days.

  A handful of those days I only ran one mile, but it was enough to keep my spirits high. I have decided to start the streak early this year, and this year my goal is to run at least two miles most days. I won’t be upset if there are days I only manage one mile (hello PMS week, I’m looking at you), but I’ll shoot for two.

  I’m on day 8, wish me luck.

  10. This year I got back into reading and it has been an enjoyable way to avoid too much time on social media. Social media does little to no good for bettering my life, and while it can be fun to scroll mindlessly once in a while, I do my best to not be on it too much.

  I tend to obsess over stories that haunt me, and the book that destroyed me most this year was: A Little Life. There are so many trigger warnings for this book, and I found it to be a sad story along the way, but it wasn’t until the end that it broke me. I sobbed for probably 10 minutes straight, and I was sad for a week. I don’t recommend this book because it’s filled with trauma, but I have never read a book where the main character stuck with me long after reading.

  I am glad I read this one. Books and movies that make me feel things are usually worth it for me. Real life is messy, I need messy stories. Sometimes.

  

  Q’s:

  • What’s your confession?
  • Have you read any books lately that you recommend?

  

  | 36 Comments Tagged Cats, Early Morning Confessions, Halloween, Little, Running

• Delos and Mykonos, Greece

  Posted at 10:00 AM by Brittany, on July 10, 2023

  After a long and wonderful day in Istanbul, I was excited to sleep in and have a morning on the ship before our last full day of vacation. If you read my first post of this series you will know I wanted more time on the ship to soak in the sights from the water, the activities on board, etc. Somewhat of an ironic statement for someone who has thalassophobia.

  From Turkey we were heading back to Greece for one more adventure, but we would not arrive until 1200. I’m naturally an early riser and this gave me time to do all the things I wanted to do that morning. I greatly enjoyed having a leisure breakfast, time to savor my coffee, and one more run around the outdoor jogging track.

  The wind was wild that morning, and one side of the ship had me running through what felt like full bodied molasses thanks to the wind.

  

  Lucky for me, the wind meant there were no other humans on the deck and I could run without having to stop. After my run I showered and got ready with Duncan to grab some lunch before we took a ferry boat to the shores of Mykonos. We were unable to port the cruise ship, but a constant shuttle was running throughout the day for people to come and go.

  We took the small boat to the shore where we met our guide who was taking us to Delos, a small island that can only be reached by boat (third boat ride for us of the day.) There are boats that depart from Mykonos and some of the surrounding island, and I highly recommend a trip to Delos if you’re ever in the area.

  

  

  The boat ride took about 45 minutes and the waters of the sea were beautiful. When booking this tour I had never heard of Delos, but it was one of the few options that sounded interesting. The archaeological site on the island of Delos is the remains of a sanctuary to the gods Apollo and Artemis, and the city that developed around it.

  What was once a bustling port city is now a fascinating piece of history.

  We chose a tour that offered iPads, showing us what the land might have looked like back in the day. I was indifferent to the 3D aspect when booking, but Duncan was intrigued. Once we got to the tour the iPads were not of interest to either of us, and more of a hindrance.

  Our guide was knowledgable, kind, and easy to understand, but the iPads slowed us down and I wanted to explore more of the ruins.

  

  

  

  Immediately upon arrival to the island we were greeted by cat, after cat, after cat. If you have been following along with this vacation series (or if you just know me), you will know the cats stopped me in my tracks and were a huge distraction from listening to the guide. I eventually took my headpiece out and focused on the surroundings and focused on the cats.

  Duncan and I wandered off a few times, never out of ear shot, and we always found our way back to the group.

  

  

  

  This place was amazing, and I will absolutely return. I want to see more of the ruins as well as climb to the top of Mount Kynthos. I could not stop looking at this peak during our tour and wishing I had time to run up it. We were given about 15 minutes of free time at the end of the tour before wandering back to the boat heading to Mykonos. We found a cool structure, and then we were followed by two locals.

  

  

  

  

  After our adventure on Delos we had two hours to wander Mykonos as the evening wore on. It was 1800 when we arrived back to Mykonos and we were planning to take the 2000 shuttle back to the cruise ship. Originally I was worried this wouldn’t be enough time, but two hours was more than enough to wander and get a feel for this small city. It was beautiful weaving in and out of the streets in the evening.

  I had no goals here, other than to see white and blue streets, find the famous windmills, and pet as many cats as possible. We would be leaving the land of wild kitties the next day and I had to soak in as much as I could.

  

  

  

  

  After chatting with Duncan when we arrived back home, he decided this last day in Greece was his favorite. We were able to watch the sunset on the beach looking out towards the water, and Delos fueled his passion for history. My favorite day was still our first day in Israel, but the freedom of no plan in both Mykonos and previously in Rhodes made Greece a top contender for a return visit.

  

  

  

  Mykonos is a bit kitschy for my taste, but I was happy to have seen it. I don’t feel the need to return to Mykonos, but there are plenty of other islands I would love to see. Thankfully, while the shopping in Mykonos wasn’t for me there were plenty of friends to see before we left. We didn’t eat in any of the restaurants, but I can only assume the food was delicious.

  Before we left the island Duncan had the idea of taking another cringe hand guiding photo, but this time he would be leading me towards a cat. We took one of these photos as a joke on the ship one of our days, and now this feels like an appropriate tradition for us whenever we see a cat.

  

  

  

  We made it back onto the ship by 2000 and ate one final dinner in the buffet. The following morning we were up early to get our stuff together before disembarking the ship for the last time. The process for getting off the ship was chaos, my only negative feedback for the entire trip, but I made it off $30 richer thanks to a free credit we didn’t use. A win is a win.

  It has been two and a half months since our return, and I am still daydreaming about this adventure.

  I’m in awe of all that we saw – from Greece, to Israel, to Cyprus, to Greece, to Turkey, and back to Greece. Cruise ships vacations aren’t for everyone, but man was this an easy way to travel. This was my first international trip with Duncan and it went amazingly well. Now we will just have to see how he likes a Brittany planned international vacation. Muahaha.

  Q: Do you have any upcoming summer/fall/winter plans? Let me live through you!

  

  | 16 Comments Tagged Cats, Delos, Greece, Norwegian Cruise Line, Vacation

• Türkiye Pt. 2 – Istanbul

  Posted at 5:00 AM by Brittany, on June 26, 2023

  If you read my previous post you will know that while I loved the old ruins of Ephesus, the port town of Kuşadası was not for me. I had high hopes that the following day in Istanbul would be a better experience, and thankfully for us it was. Some of my readers left comments stating their experiences in Istanbul were not great, but we had a wonderful guide which I think helped tremendously.

  Our day started early, and we were to have a full nine hours in the city. Our guide was a short Turkish man with more energy than height who was enjoyable to be around, and had plenty of tricks up his sleeve in order for us to maximize our day. We started our adventure with a visit to two popular mosques in the city – Hagia Sophia, and The Blue Mosque (also known as The Sultan Ahmet Mosque.)

  Originally our tour notes stated we would not be able to go inside of The Blue Mosque because it was closed, but on this morning it was opened for a short period of time.

  

  We went inside of Hagia Sophia first, and while normally the line would have taken over an hour to stand in, our guide was a magician with getting us in. He prepped us before we got off the bus and told us his plan. We were to wait casually on the outskirts of the line in small clusters while he went to find one of his colleagues who was already close to the entrance.

  We would then slowly add ourselves into his colleagues group (the line was wide and chaotic and easy to sneak into) and voila, we waited all of 20 minutes.

  Admittedly I did not love this, it felt a bit stressful to me and I didn’t like how our guide bounced around like a pogo stick (I also hate the idea of cutting in line), but at the end of the day it worked and I didn’t have any other choice (this is why I prefer arriving places before the world comes to life.) Ultimately we were able to maximize time and for that I am thankful.

  Women were only admitted entry if their hair was covered, and everyone must take their shoes off. We entered in and saw some of the most beautiful ceilings I have ever seen, and my feet were blessed with cushy Turkish carpet.

  

  

  This mosque was once a Christian church and the ceiling has four seraphim mosaics. These were known as God’s protector angels, and their plump moon like faces were covered for almost 160 years when the church was turned into a mosque. Three of the four angels still have their faces covered, but one was revealed when the mosque was turned into a museum. Church to mosque to museum to mosque.

  In 2020 the museum was turned back into a mosque, and all of the Christian references within the mosque have been covered with tapestry. Except for the one angels face.

  

  

  The energy inside the mosque was infectious. I found this to be the highlight of my time in Istanbul. I am by no means Muslim, but it was impossible to be inside such a magnificent building and not feel the energy. My favorite part was the cat inside the mosque that everyone seemed to love on. There were a few men praying in a designated area where the rest of us could not go, and the cat walked up to them and sat down. One of the men pet him as he was praying.

  

  

  I could have sat in there for hours. I felt we spent enough time inside and I did not feel rushed one bit. As we were leaving I noticed a remaining Christian image on the outside of the main entrance to the mosque. What a fascinating piece of history. The Blue Mosque is just a hop, skip and a jump away from Hagia Sophia, and we headed over there next for a quicker walk through an equally beautiful location.

  

  

  The line for The Blue Mosque was long, but not as long as Hagia Sophia. The line moved quickly thanks to our tour guide helping random patrons with preparation by the front door. We all wore headsets to hear him even if he was not close by, and listening to him ushering people in was comical. We were only inside for 10 minutes or so, and I don’t remember much of what was discussed, but I do remember the wonder of these ceilings.

  

  

  As we exited to head towards our next location we stopped to take a few photos from the outside of these two mosques. They are directly across from each other with a beautiful park like area separating them. There were people everywhere enjoying the sunny day.

  

  

  

  I didn’t care much for our next destination. We spent far too much time here, and I would have preferred more time at a later spot we went to, alas I didn’t have control over this. We visited the Topkapi Palace, which was beautiful and had many things to see, but the only thing I felt intrigued by were the gardens and the details on the walls.

  I have always considered myself a minimalist, with desires for simple spaces and not a lot of “busy” features to a room, but these Turkish ceilings and walls are an exception to my rule. I would love a wall like this in my house.

  

  

  From here we headed to lunch, which could not have come sooner. My belly was growling and I was ready for a feast. I had hoped we would be treated to a Turkish meal similar to when we were in Israel, but we ended up dining on chicken Florentine. It was delicious, but unexpected. After lunch we made our way to our last destination – The Grand Bazaar.

  As we started our drive towards the Bazaar we found ourselves in some traffic that seemed to surprise our guide. I could tell he was beginning to panic a bit because we were wasting already precious time. No one knew what the traffic was for, but our guide coordinated with our bus driver to drop us off on a corner we could then walk from, and we were to meet back at a different corner an hour and a half later.

  We had to walk about 20 minutes each way, but we would have never made it to the Bazaar had we not walked some. I loved this detour in plans, walking part of the city was such a treat.

  

  There was a guy in our group who we sat next to at lunch, and it appeared he and his wife were on a trip with his parents. Maybe it was a honeymoon vacation as they looked to be a young couple, but this guy was dead set on buying multiple knock off Rolex watches. Fake watches are a big deal in Turkey, and our lunch mate was eager to ask our guide where it was best to buy them within the Bazaar.

  I had other plans. All I wanted was a simple Turkish coffee maker. I had seen some the previous day in Kuşadası, but the prices were high and the hovering was intense. I had no desire to be watched like a hawk while trying to look at my options so I left empty handed. The Bazaar was my last chance to find what I was looking for, but at first it was proving difficult.

  

  

  I don’t know what I expected the inside of the bazaar to look like, but I didn’t expect it to look like a run down US shopping mall. Our guide let us loose inside to shop and explained to us the layout of the area, but I was worried about getting lost because our time was limited. He told us once we got off the main strip the shops got smaller, and most of the coffee makers throughout the shops I saw looked cheap and mass produced.

  I was beginning to give up hope, but then we wandered into what felt like a back alley of the bazaar with more authentic looking stalls.

  I stopped in front of a stall with floor to ceiling copper and other metals. It looked like a junk yard at first glance, but as I stopped in front of the stall an older man approached me to say hello. I braced myself for the aggressive attempt to get me to buy something, but the man stepped to the side and said nothing more. I was taken aback by his disposition, and it was because of this I was able to actually soak in what I was looking at.

  Duncan pointed out the perfect coffee maker at the top, and this is when things got comical.

  

  Our lunch mate wasn’t the only one to ask our guide where to buy something within the Bazaar. I asked about the coffee makers, and our guide told me I could find them everywhere, but what was most important was to not pay full price. I was determined to haggle for my coffee maker despite the concept of doing so making me wildly uncomfortable. 

  It’s 2023, we’re pushing outside of our comfort zones y’all.

  Haggling is part of the culture, and I was prepared to ask for a lower price when I asked the kind older man how much the coffee maker I wanted was . He told me the price in Lira, which was equal to about $24 (already half of what they wanted in Kuşadası.) I only had USD because I knew it would be accepted here, so I paused and offered him $20. He came back with “that’s not the same as what I asked for” and apparently my hesitation was obvious.

  

  I counteroffered one more time and told him I would give him $20 and 2Euro, and he said we had a deal. At the end of the day I still payed less than his original ask, even if just by around $1. I call that a success. Truthfully I was happy to pay this man what he wanted simply for his chill behavior while I was looking at his shop. If this man taught his peers how to act around foreigners this would likely result in more sales from people like me. 

  With my goal complete we wandered our way back to meet our guide, saying hello to cats along the way. 

  

  

  We walked back to the corner we were meeting our bus, and I soaked up the hustle and bustle of the city thinking about my experience in the Bazaar. Our journey to find our bus driver was smooth and easy, and we avoided the chaos of traffic that many of the other buses got stuck in. Our guide was amazing at his job, and I am thankful we were placed with him for the day.

  We made it back on the ship with time to spare, and settled in before heading to dinner. My experience in Istanbul was entirely positive, and I am over the moon about my fun new copper trinket.

  I don’t know if or when I will make it back to Turkey. There are so many other places on this earth I would love to visit, but even just a brief introduction to this culture was rewarding in its own way. I didn’t enjoy the discomfort that came with the pushy vendors in my previous post, but I never felt unsafe with my group. Overall I am thankful for the entire experience, including the salespeople.

  My next post will conclude this series of travels where we found ourselves back in Greece for a tromp around another ancient city, more black cats than I could handle, and plenty of blue and white alleyways.

  Q: Would you have haggled, or would you have paid the asking price? As an American it feels engrained in me to pay the asking price, but I really wanted to partake in this aspect of their culture. Who doesn’t love saving a dollar? I wasn’t good at it, but I tried. LOL.

  

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• Türkiye Pt. 1 – Ephesus and the Carpet Shop

  Posted at 5:00 AM by Brittany, on June 15, 2023

  In January of 2020 my best pal MaryBeth and I booked a trip to Turkey. We bought plane tickets, reserved hotels, and became overjoyed at the thought of visiting this European/Asian country. Then, shit hit the fan. I couldn’t remember what exactly happened, but MB reminded me that an American soldier had killed a Turkish citizen (I think.) The Turkish president wasn’t happy with Americans after that, and Turkey was potentially unsafe for Americans to visit at that time.

  After we each talked to our military raised fathers, we decided to redirect our trip. We had an amazing adventure in France that took us to Disneyland Paris, as well as a visit to the beaches of Normandy. We stayed at the most amazing Air B&B which I still dream of today, but my desire to visit Turkey never wained.

  Fast forward to booking this cruise, and when I saw Turkey as one of the options I knew it was finally time to dip my toes into this country.

  

  After an excellent day in Greece, we made the journey to our first of two Turkish ports. We docked in Kuşadası, a beach resort town on Turkey’s western Aegean coast. This town is apparently where Europeans flock for a “cheaper” beach vacation, but I can’t say I have a huge desire to return. The town itself is almost exclusively supported by the cruise ship industry, making for an uncomfortable time walking around. More on that later.

  Thankfully we were not spending much of our time in Kuşadası, and our adventure for the day was a visit to the ancient city of Ephesus.

  I should have known we were going to have an amazing morning after I was blessed with a tiny black friend the moment we stepped off the ship. On our previous days we had to venture further off the dock before I found my kin, but it was as if this ball of love knew I was missing my little black fur child. There he was just sitting at the end of the ramp off the ship, waiting for me to love all over him.

  

  I couldn’t stay long, we had a tour bus to catch, but I was on cloud nine. Our tour guide for this excursion was excellent. His name was Mehmet and he spoke amazing English, was personable, and he was well versed on the location we were heading to. If you read my previous posts you will know having this guide was a blessing. Our bus ride to Ephesus was about 30 minutes from where we docked, and Mehmet gave us a history lesson while I contemplated my outfit of choice.

  A few weeks prior to this trip, I saw the most gaudy, amazing shirts at REI and I knew I had to have one. When realizing there was a matching version for men I reluctantly asked Duncan if he would wear one with me. His answer surprised me as he said yes with no hesitation. I anticipated we would wear our matching shirts on the cruise ship only, but lo and behold we chose Turkey to don our attire. It just so happened this was the one chilly day of our trip. Good thing we are from the PNW.

  Our shirts were a hit with both locals and our fellow cruisers, and despite the chilly weather I was warmed from the inside out as soon as we arrived.

  

  

  This area had the most cat to human ratio we saw on the entire vacation, and I was in absolute heaven. It was as if a colony of cats had come here to live and never left. For all the dog lovers out there, we saw some stray dogs here too. Equally as friendly, living in harmony with the cats. It was truly an amazing sight.

  

  Animals aside (for the moment) this city was one of the most fascinating locations I have ever seen. Ephesus was once a port city, considered to be the most important trading center in the Mediterranean region. It changed many hands and survived many attacks, but the ruins are well preserved to this day. It is also said that this city is where Mary, mother of Jesus spent her last days.

  Ephesus is a pilgrimage site for many Christians because the Apostle Paul lived within the city to preach the gospel and gain followers. I too was on a quest to gain followers while in Ephesus.

  

  I did my best to pay attention to everything Mehmet was saying, but I found myself distracted by the cats. I know I have been saying this a lot the last few posts, but this was such a unique experience for me. I have never in my life seen so many stray/well taken care of cats in this way. I was also soaking in the views of the ruins, trying to imagine what they looked like in their prime.

  I didn’t take too many photos, just the essentials like photos of cats, statues, and an old bathroom.

  

  

  

  

  We eventually made our way to the old library, originally in ruins, but reconstructed between 1970-1978. This was a beautiful location, and I knew this needed to be the backdrop for Duncan and I to take a photo in our matching shirts. I asked a man passing by to snap our photo, but I didn’t like the shot he took. Thankfully moments later someone from our tour asked us if we would like a photo in our matching shirts.

  I of course said yes.

  

  After we snapped this photo we were approached by a French couple I had seen around on the ship. The woman and her partner were wearing matching sweatshirts, and she wanted to take a selfie with us. As she was taking the photo her guy said to Duncan, “she roped you into matching too?” Which I found to be comical, because it was Duncan who had to convince me to wear these in public.

  I wanted the shirts, but was too shy to wear them out.

  Now that we have broken the ice, I can’t wait to match again. My inner eight year old is screaming with twinning joy. We finished up our time at Ephesus and were given about 15 minutes to roam the shops outside of the gate. Duncan and I didn’t want to shop and we instead headed to the bathroom. Nothing could have prepared me for what we saw next.

  

  A rooftop of feasting cats was the perfect way to end the tour to Ephesus. We loaded back into the bus and headed back to Kuşadası for the remainder of our tour. This second part was optional, and while I am glad to have had the experience (I think), it was wildly uncomfortable for both Duncan and I. Turkey is known for their amazing carpets, the intricate patterns and colors are enough to keep you mesmerized for hours.

  Fitting that we would end our day at a carpet shop.

  Our group gathered into a small shop where we sat around a long couch as if we were seated into an auditorium waiting for a show. We were given a snack and a beverage and before we knew it four or five men were throwing carpets onto the floor while one ring leader described what we were looking at. Perhaps while trying to be personable he asked where everyone was from, and he said the words Duncan still sneers at me for replying to: “is anyone from Seattle?”

  

  While we are not directly from Seattle, I typically tell people I am from Seattle (or Canada) while traveling. Because of this my hand shot up before my brain knew what I was doing. The ring leader looked at us with eyes beaming, “I have been there! My daughter studied at the University of Washington.” I smiled and told him that was wonderful and he continued on with the show. I thought we were in the clear, safe from the attention directed at us, but then the show ended and it was time to shop.

  Duncan and I were the youngest two in the room, and neither of us feel the need to buy “stuff” so while we tagged along for the experience we were not planning to spend our hard earned cash on any carpets. The moment the show ended the ring leader bee lined over to Duncan and I and started whispering to us. He told us that because he loved Seattle, he would give us an extra special deal. He asked which carpet we liked the best, and while I had no plans to buy any of them I pointed to an exceptionally beautiful blue one.

  

  He pulled back the carpet to reveal the price tag. $10,000. WOOF. But for us, for us he would sell the carpet for somewhere just under $4000. What a steal right? My face flushed as I felt the pressure to get away from this salesman. I knew we could not be the last ones in this store, so I told him we were going to continue browsing and would let him know what we decided. This got him to focus on another set of people, giving us enough time to escape. We thanked Mehmet as we ran out the door and attempted to wander for a few minutes in the town.

  Just as I thought we were free of the aggressive salespeople we were met with human after human trying to lure us into their shop. Nothing pushes an introvert away more than being followed and summoned. I knew I wanted a Turkish coffee maker, but after attempting to enter into one of the shops and not being given the time to breathe let alone think about what I was looking at (when I buy things it takes me time to think) I knew this was not the place I would be shopping.

  We headed back to the boat, because I was no longer interested in exploring this town, and it was as if my little friend knew I had been overwhelmed by my final moments. He was there, just as he was at the start of the day to bid us adieu. He left a much better impression on me after being bombarded by the shopkeepers. It took everything in me not to stuff him in my shirt and smuggle him back onto the ship.

  

  My first taste of Turkey was a bit much at the end, but I knew I could not base my entire experience on this tiny cruise ship town. Our second day brought us into Istanbul and the entire day was marvelous. Kuşadası is a town of its own, I would love to return to Turkey one day and visit some of the other cities like Cappadocia, Antalya, and some less touristy towns, but I’ll likely avoid the carpet shops.

  When we returned to the cruise ship we overheard a man waiting for an elevator tell a couple about why he will never set foot into one of the carpet shops again. He said the one time he did, the shop owner locked the door and told him he couldn’t leave until he bought something. I can’t even imagine what I would do! Thankfully our ring leader was nothing like that, or maybe we just got lucky because we were the first to leave.

  I guess we will never know.

  Q: Have you had a pushy shopkeeper experience? Multiple?

  

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• Rhodes, Greece

  Posted at 5:00 AM by Brittany, on June 6, 2023

  Call me crazy, but Greece had never been high on my list of places to visit. I really don’t know why, maybe because I associate Greece with beach vacations and those aren’t really my thing, but upon arrival in Rhodes I was shown that Greece is so much more than just a pretty beach. Ironically, the second I saw the beach I wanted to sit and stare at the water for hours.

  The waters of the Mediterranean are truly mesmerizing.

  Our previous port destinations required some type of transportation into the city centers, either through a tour or through a shuttle provided by the cruise, but once we pulled into the Rhodes port everything was right there. It’s a good thing too, because this was the only day we didn’t book any tours or have any plans. I am so thankful we kept this day free, this was likely my second favorite day of our trip.

  Our plan for the day was to wander, and as fate had it right before we entered into the Old City we saw a Hop on Hop off bus. I am A SUCKER FOR THOSE TOURIST BUSES!

  

  

  The full rotation of the bus was about an hour. Our plan was to ride the loop in full and decide where we wanted to get off and explore more. These busses provide an affordable option for getting a lay of the land, some historical information, AND transportation for a full day. I love walking as much as I can, but I also love maximizing time with the option of location hopping by bus.

  As we started our tour Duncan and I decided to count the cats we saw for the day, and I was already up to 12 by the time we chose our first place to explore.

  After one full rotation we decided to get off at the Acropolis of Rhodes. Here there are many old ruins including the Temple of Apollo, the Odeon (small marble theatre), and the Stadium (what we came for.) As we were walking towards the Stadium my cat count shot up and I officially lost track of how many I had seen. I was loving the old Stadium, but I was enamored by the cats.

  

  

  Our original plan was to spend some time here and then walk down to the beach where we would catch the bus and ride back to the Old City where we started. I was trying to maximize time while also wandering by foot, but we spent just enough time at the Acropolis to warrant waiting for the bus. This gave me the opportunity to find more friends.

  I wonder if these cats were around when the Stadium was in full swing, lounging on the benches like they do today.

  

  

  As we walked back towards the bus stop, I saw my future as clear as the shallow waters of Hawaii. A woman speaking in Greek was summoning the cats in the above photo, with a bag of cat food in her hand. She splayed food out in piles along the flat stone and it was here I learned the way in which humans and cats coexist in these Mediterranean locations. She was such a sweet older woman, and I have never been more certain of my purpose.

  We decided to skip the beach and go straight to the Old Town. If time permitted we could walk to the beach, but we wanted to ensure enough time in the Old Town and some of the surrounding locations. We entered into the city through the Gate D’Amboise, one of the many gate entrances, and it was my favorite of them all.

  We wandered the bustling streets inside the Old City, but eventually found our way towards the quiet residential areas where we both enjoyed the solitude.

  

  

  

  

  We walked, and walked and walked, petting as many cats as we could. They were everywhere within this city. They were everywhere on the entire area of this island and it was pure paradise. While we were inside the Old City we climbed some stone stairs providing a view of the water as well as a view of a spit of land leading out to the Windmills of Mandraki (once used to grind grain that was brought to Rhodes via the ships), and the Fort of St Nicholas (designated as a place for guarding the entrance to the harbour.)

  A vantage point to show us where we would wander next, off we went!

  

  

  Our walk towards the spit was not without reward, the views of the water were stunning and we eventually stumbled upon the most adorable catuary I have ever seen. A small piece of the old fort was filled with cats. I only wish I’d had more Euros on me, but I spent most of what I brought on water earlier in the day. I gave the only change I had to the cats, anything for the cats.

  

  As we got closer to the fort we tried to climb on the rocks to get a view of the front facing the water, but the rocks got a bit sketchy. Instead we stopped to soak up the view for a bit before walking towards where the Colossus of Rhodes once stood. There is much debate over the true original location of this giant statue, but what seems to be accepted by all parties is the earthquake causing the statue to fall only a handful of decades after it was built.

  I like to believe the statue was standing over the entrance to the Mandraki harbor, where today you’ll find two deer statues standing atop pillars.

  

  

  

  We spent the rest of the day wandering more within the Old City. The entire day was full of winding in and out of new streets, getting “lost”, and finding cats. It was one of the most enjoyable days I have had throughout all of my wandering travels. I was thankful to have spent the day with Duncan, we walked around 10 miles this day, and he was loving it just as much as I was.

  We did not end up riding the HOHO bus again, but we also didn’t need to. We saw a larger area of the city thanks to the bus, but we managed the rest by foot. It was nice to have this mode of transportation at the beginning of our day to maximize time, as the Acropolis would have taken over an hour round trip to walk to without having GPS.

  If you’re short on time, or if you want an idea of places to visit I highly recommend any of the HOHO style city bus tours.

  

  

  

  

  As the day came to an end we stumbled upon a community of cats, where we were surrounded by over ten at once. All of them wanted pets and love, and I so badly wanted to take all of them home. Duncan was such a trooper with all the photos I wanted to take. I never want my photo taken, but put me next to a cat and I become like a D list celebrity lusting for the paparazzi.

  Rhodes is a beautiful, relaxing city. History abounds for those who enjoy it, and for those who don’t there are endless shops, cafes, and beaches to satisfy your needs. There is quite literally something for everyone here. If I have the opportunity to visit Rhodes again I will likely rent a car because there is so much more to the island than this tiny port area near the Old City.

  The Old City is a must see of course, but I would love to drive the entirety of this island one day.

  

  

  We left no stone unturned in Rhodes. I felt we saw all that we wanted to see for this particular day, and we made it back to the ship with empty bellies ready to devour the dinner buffet. We chose to predominantly eat on the ship for this vacation, while I love experiencing cultures through food, I also love saving money.

  Food was already included with our trip, so we ate as much as we could on board.

  My opinion of Greece was changed after this day. I look forward to an exclusive Greek vacation in the future, spending at least a week touring a handful of Greek Islands. I have some food to eat, and more cats to pet. Our next stop of the cruise brought us to Turkey where we visited an amazing ancient city, with even more cats. Go figure.

  Q: Would you eat the food you already paid for with a vacation package, or splurge on extra local foods?

  

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• Cashews and Cats of Cyprus

  Posted at 5:00 AM by Brittany, on June 1, 2023

  When I chose the destinations for this vacation, Cyprus was a bonus spot. It wasn’t until AFTER I returned home that I learned Cyprus has MORE cats than humans on the entire island. This fact alone would have been enough for me to book a trip exclusively to Cyprus. My first impression was fast and furious, I enjoyed the latter half of our day, but I didn’t feel the need to go back.

  Until I discovered the cat fact.

  Our day in Cyprus started early and ended early. We only had five hours to explore, and we booked a tour to show us a few spots near our docking port in Limmasol. I will spare you all my true thoughts on how bad our tour guide was. She did her best, but the woman was not fluent in English and her lack of enthusiasm sucked the excitement right out of me.

  It was so hard to listen to her I eventually stopped all together.

  I fully understand that when I am in these foreign countries I am the minority. I never expect locals to speak my language, and I think it’s rude to speak to someone in English without attempting to learn a bit of their local language. However, when booking an English speaking tour I do believe the guide should be fluent in English. This goes for any language, if I book a Spanish tour I would hope the guide would be fluent in Spanish. Alas, this is the last you’ll hear of my grievances with these guided tours.

  Thankfully Cyprus is not a place I felt a need for endless information, and I instead used the tour as an opportunity to be transported around with ease.

  

  We started our day with a very quick visit to the archeological remains of Kourion, a city with evidence connecting it to the Greek legend of Argos of Peloponnese. We sat down with our group in this large amphitheater, before deciding to stray off on our own. This decision was half fueled by the fact I could not understand anything being said (wasting time sitting in one spot), and half fueled by my overwhelming need to get away from the small child who was sitting behind me on our tour bus.

  Was it the broken English that caused me not to hear our guide, or the child who would not stop talking at the top of her lungs? Jury is still out.

  I’m thankful we broke away, because there was so much more to this site than what our guide was showing us. I would have loved to wander this area on my own with endless time, but even the short bit we saw was beautiful. We didn’t wander too far, we only had about 30-45 minutes total at this place, but we wandered just far enough to get a view of the water and more of the ruins.

  

  

  From Kourion we drove to the Sanctuary of Apollo Hylates. I wasted no time deviating from the group once we arrived, and I was immediately blessed with my first friend of the day. A small black and white feline with a tick on his head. I did my good deed for the day and removed the tick with a piece of paper. I then proceeded to pet him regardless of the tick sighting.

  What can I say, I like to walk on the wild side.

  

  

  This area was small, but without the struggle of trying to focus on someone speaking I was able to enjoy myself more. I wandered the ruins and soaked in the history, but truth be told these types of sites don’t really tickle my fancy. Unless I have time to read more about what I am looking at. Ruins are fascinating, and I do enjoy history, but as one of the couples we met on this trip said: “once you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all.”

  I don’t entirely agree with that, but there are certain ruins I feel more connected to. Either way this site was a sight to see.

  

  

  

  

  I said goodbye to my new friend, and we hopped back on the bus for a 30 minute drive to our final stop of the day. We drove to the small town of Omodos, and this was my favorite part of the tour. We parked the bus and walked as a group towards the city, passing by some cats in a small park. It was as if the Greek Gods sent us good vibes after visiting the sanctuary.

  We aggregated as a group in front of a church where we were given the green light to break off and meet back in an hour and a half. I couldn’t go inside the church because I was wearing shorts, and both Duncan and I wanted to wander as much of the town as possible. We beelined back to the cats before weaving in and out of the small narrow streets.

  

  

  

  I quickly discovered Duncan is just as keen on wandering European streets as I am, and we covered as much ground as possible in our short time. We passed a man watering his plants who asked us where we were from. We exchanged a few words before moving on to find more cats. I eventually lost count of how many cats we found, but the amount of dopamine I received after each sighting was enough to keep me at a forever high.

  

  

  We saved just enough time to sit in the center of the city while Duncan enjoyed some ice cream, and I enjoyed some honey covered cashews I bought before we started wandering. The shop claimed they were locally made, and one sample was all it took. My only regret was not buying two bags. I ended up eating these cashews as my dessert most nights after dinner.

  

  

  

  Before we knew it we were back on the ship with the entire second half of the day ahead of us. I enjoyed having a half day in Cyprus, it was just enough to see some new places, while balancing rest after the two previous longer days. The morning started a bit rocky with the tour guide and the linoleum lizard behind me on the bus, but the afternoon in Omodos ended with relaxation and my cup filled with joy.

  Give me cats and candy cashews and I’m a happy gal.

  We spent the rest of the day eating, walking the ship, enjoying the views, and watching the onboard entertainment before slipping off into a slumber. I didn’t think I needed to go back to Cyprus, but now I imagine how many more cats there are that I could say hello to. Thankfully my cat quota was filled again the very next day…Next up: the back roads of Rhodes.

  Q: If you saw the stray cats of the Mediterranean would you say hello or avoid them? They were all so friendly.

  

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