Strolling Along the Promenade...

The past month has been to say the least chaotic and mind numbing, people being at a loss, uncertain of what the next day would bring them. The storm is slowly passing and people are getting back to routine. The sunshine and the hope of another summer, a new season have wiped away the sad grimaces and worry lines away. It is a time for uniting in a common goal of helping eachother and those that have been hit the worst by the crisis. The concert in Limassol on Wednesday brought flocks of people together in a gesture of support with music which encouraged and rallied people on.

With this in mind, on a Sunday morning it was refreshing  to see people enjoying the weather this weekend. Down by the Limassol promenade parents and children strolled down by the sea. Some eager tourists were swimming or lying on the loungers, lazily sipping in the sun. A group of youngsters trailed by on their bicycles breathing in the freedom that being on two wheels can mean. Old and young, foreign and local mingled together in a forgetfulness of woes and a hope for a better days. I've said it before and I will say it again. We are not a people that gives up when times are hard. Our multifaceted and difficult history is proof of our inner resources and strength. We've seen worse times and got through it. We trudge on and believe things will truly get better.

On a lazy Sunday as I happened to be walking on the promenade I realised this to be true. The weather meant a scattering of heavy winter clothes for lighter ones and also a shedding of heavy hearts.