Yesterday, I decided to take my dog, Felicia, to a dog-friendly beach I had heard about, located near Paphos Airport. We’ve never been there before, so I had to use both Google Maps on my iPhone and the GPS in the car make sure we found the way. It shouldn’t take more than 30 minutes from where we live. At 2 PM, we left and came back home three hours later. However, we never made it to the beach.
After we left the highway we were completely lost in the deserted countryside. We followed narrow, unpaved roads that led to nowhere. We relied on both the GPS and my mobile phone, which suddenly indicated different routes to the beach. No people around, just fields, meadows, and unexpected fences. It felt like driving in an endless circle.
We had been in the car for too long, but thanks to the AC, we kept going. After a while, I realized the best thing we could do was to get out of the car and let Felicia run freely for a while. It was hot, and we found some shade under a tree where I decided that there was nothing else to do but head back home.
It was with mixed feelings that we after three hours returned to where we started. I felt guilty and sorry for her and I wondered how Felicia felt. Did she understand the purpose of sitting in the car for so long and driving such a long distance without actually reaching any destination? No, and I don’t get it either.
💜💜 Felicia doesn’t like swimming, so maybe it was just as well that we got lost. 💜💜
At least we had a little adventure together, and today, the day after, I think about it with a smile.