I have never had a true “college” spring break. I’ve never been to Panama City Beach or any other sort of “party” town during the one week we get off in the spring semester. My freshman year I went to a town outside of Daytona Beach, but we legitimately stayed in condos owned by my friend’s grandfather. We were surrounded by old people the entire time, and on the one night we did go out, we were too young to get into anywhere for a reasonable price, so we went back home.
Needless to say, Ayia Napa at night was an experience for me.
But before we get to that insanity, let’s talk about the awesome sight-seeing we did beforehand.
Our first stop was Hala Sultan Tekke, which is a major Muslim holy site and has been referred to as the 3rd holiest place for Muslims in the entire world, due to the fact that it is the burial place for the prophet Muhammad’s wet nurse. This place has since become a shrine for her.

The next stop we took was the Church of Saint Lazarus. After Lazarus was raised from the dead, he fled Judea and came to Cyprus. His tomb is located within the church.

Once we finally reached our destination, Ayia Napa, we all headed up to our rooms to don bathing suits and head to the beach. Only, Emma and I got a bit separated from our group when we were stopped by a young English couple who wanted to pitch their 50 euro booze cruise to us. Once they were done with their 10 minute spiel, Emma and I hurried to find the rest of our group to no avail. Instead of trying to wander the beach for the next hour, we just turned around and went back to our hotel to hang out in the pool.
It’s always strange to be in a foreign country and know that you are the only Americans around, but sitting in a pool full of English-speakers and still being the only Americans around was pretty funny. Emma and I became friends with a group of Irishmen who were all here on holiday, and spent the rest of the afternoon talking with them.
When the rest of our group returned from the beach, we all ran upstairs to shower before dinner and clubbin’. We went to Valentino’s, a restaurant that had a menu created by a Top Chef contender by the name of Giorgos Mavrogiannapoulos. (Yeah, Idk how to pronounce it, either.) It was a REALLY nice restaurant, and about 20 of us went there for dinner. I just had an appetizer for dinner because it was cheap, but it was delicious! Mozzarella cheese, pancetta, pine nuts, sundried tomatoes and pesto… Super awesome combination.
After dinner, we headed back to the hotel for some after-dinner drinks and then went out to the clubs.
I will re-iterate. I have never, ever been any place like this. A block away from our apartment was the strip of clubs, which was more like a maze. They were everywhere, and promoters were standing on the street offering free drinks and deals to everyone who passed. We went to a place called “The Castle” and hung out for a little bit, and then a group of 5 of us left and went exploring. We were taking a break when we ran into the group of Irish guys from our hotel, and we went to a pub with them until the rest of our group caught up. We went home, crashed into bed.
I will admit I over-indulged a bit and was not feeling my brightest and best on Saturday morning, but I survived and made it out to relax by the pool with my roomie, Lindsey. We laid out, got our tan on and read. It was definitely relaxing, and what I needed before the night we had ahead of us.
Emma, Jessica and I had a craving for pasta for dinner, so we walked and walked until we found a reasonably priced Italian restaurant, then made our way back to the hotel to meet the rest of the group to go to the beach party.
The beach party had a DJ and 2 open bars and was located on a tiny piece of beach nestled between two large rock walls. They somehow managed to squeeze over 3,000 people in a space smaller than an American football field. It was SO much fun, though. We danced all night, sang along to all the sweet 90’s R&B/pop music they mixed and all lost our shoes at one point.

After that, a few of us went and met up with our Irish friends again, and stayed out until the sun came up, then came and sat poolside at our hotel before going to bed.
We awoke a few hours later to go lay by the pool and relax before our bus ride back to Nicosia.
It was definitely a super-fun weekend, but after the 8 collective hours of sleep I got, I was ready to get home and crash.
