As I have said about a million times in previous posts, the destination of my very last trip this year was going to be Ayia Napa, a village in the eastern part of Cyprus. My mother and I just wanted one week of sun, ocean and the luxury of absolutely doing nothing before I am starting University in October. Also, we hadn’t really been on vacation together for over two years, so it seemed to be the perfect timing for a quick timeout. Of course, I took my camera with me and basically forced myself to bringing it everywhere we went. Looking at the pictures it was totally worth it and I am quite happy with the result. However, what kind of impression do you get when you see these photos? What kind of place is Ayia Napa just from seeing those 15 to 20 snapshots?
Fall has finally took over the place of the last bit of summer we had left. Summer wasn’t really being summer anyway lately, consisting of warm temperatures and a lot of rain. So I am quite glad to finally cozy up in my knits and coats and – yes, you guessed it – stock up on some fall and colder weather appropriate clothes. I already found the perfect pair of black leather boots from Zara which you can see me styling here and a super warm yet fashionable puffer jacket that I am probably going to feature in one of my upcoming posts. Since the day of this shoot was quite sunny and warm, I was able to get away with wearing this pastel yellow tee and those cat eye shades that I have been obsessed with recently and remind me of the 90’s even though I am not really sure, if that was really a 90’s thing.
The day we shot this blog post’s photos wasn’t really a good day for me. My anxiety kept me up half of the night and then I ended up sleeping until 3 p.m and was still feeling super tired and exhausted after I had finally got up. I had actually been really excited to meet up with 2 of my closest friends, but I didn’t really manage to pull myself together. I felt like I was physically there, but not mentally. Trying my best to follow the conversation, my thoughts kept wandering off and I was feeling dizzy and kind of trapped in my own little bubble. I was hoping that eating would help (which it fortunately did), but prior, on our way to the table my coke slid off the tray that I was carrying. The good news were that I somehow managed to grab it last minute with minor spillage. However, in that movement my plate had started sliding as well, said goodbye and was basically flying off with Risotto spilling everywhere. Honestly, for a moment I was contemplating having a mental breakdown in the middle of the restaurant and it took me a lot to not start crying in front of everyone. Luckily, the staff was super nice and understanding and I got new food right away. Ironically, my coke pretty much survived this incident which was probably the reason that my Risotto didn’t.