Our parents' and grandparents' favourite phrase to say to the offspring when they're going on a night out, going on holiday, going for a walk, going on a date, crossing the road, ANYTHING.
Just a short stroll away through beautiful countryside is the magnificent Bellapais Abbey, built during the 13th century by French Augustinian monks.
Entering the abbey's fortified gates felt like I'd stepped back in time.
Our hotel, the Bellapais Monastery Village, was four miles away from Kyrenia harbour at the foot of Cyprus' Five Finger mountain range.
Getting there from the town involves a taxi or the hotel's courtesy bus up a very steep hill.
As I write this, I'm laughing, because I know just how much we use our hands to express our words. Make your four fingers into a half Pac Man and press them against your thumb.
Nothing says passion like the hand gestures of a Greek person. Did you know you could have a whole conversation with another Greek, just by using your facial expressions? If, like me, you'd rather wear flip-flops than flippers, opt for a sunset trip on a local offshore fishing boat instead (fishingnorthcyprus.com).I'm a fishing novice but the five-hour trip — and a chance to catch local tuna and spearfish — certainly made me appreciate the deliciously fresh Catch of the Day at the restaurant that evening.It's a pretty spot perfect for a holiday day trip.I made the most of wandering the cobbled streets in the sunshine, mooching around artisan shops selling knick-knacks, and drinking in just enough culture to make me feel like I'd learned something new. Seeking out a shaded spot in a seafront restaurant and settling down for a long, lazy lunch and some people-watching — all washed down with plenty of local wine. Spitting for the Greek culture is a way of detracting any form of evil presence, taking the jinx off something and basically not tempting fate."Mum, my new job is going really well! " Mum to me: "You look so beautiful in that dress" Me: "Ftiseeeeee Maaaaaa! When we have instinct to spit, to 'protect' someone and we don't spit, it doesn't feel right. So careful we have the equivalent of fourteen eyes. In particular, my Gran's favourite move: the thigh slap.