Picker

Some few days before our trip up to the northern territories, Elena had asked Kyle if he was going to be an architect or a doctor and look after his mum and dad when they were older.  “No”, he replied, “I’m going to be a picker”.  Mum and dad looked at each other bewildered and asked “what are you going to pick?”  “Figs!” came the response.  We were slightly less than impressed at his choice of career and hoped that he would forget.  During our visit to the ‘Turkish Republic’, the subject came up again, and he again insisted, “I’m going to be a fig picker”.  Well, it’s nice to have ambition Kyle I must say!

Hatching

We stopped off in Kyrenia for our first night on our little tour of the north and spent the night in The Teacher’s House hotel in the east end of town.  In morning we enjoyed a breakfast on the patio and Kyle had some salad stuffs and a hard boiled egg.  On closer examination of his egg, he noticed a little crack in the shell and asked in a loud voice, “Why is it already hatching?”  This made me laugh a bit, I must confess!  For pictures, see Cypriot Times blog.