Plans, to me, are not schedules but menus. And by plans, we mean eating our way through life. The idea arrives like a contagious sigh, a map drawn in olive oil and steam, guiding each day toward the next plate. 🍝🍣🍰✨ Who else’s plans look like this? 😏 I travel through days with a passport of flavors, collecting memories one bite at a time. There is something almost cinematic about mixing a pasta ribbon with a kiss of garlic, about the clean snap of a fresh sushi bite that lands like a spark in the middle of a routine afternoon, about a velvet slice of cake that seems to press pause on the world. My cravings aren’t reckless, they’re purposeful—little oases of joy in between the meetings and errands, reminding me that nourishment can be a form of celebration. Cyprus teaches this philosophy in a language the tongue remembers long after the stomach forgets: the hiss of halloumi on a hot grill, the brightness of lemon that lifts the simplest dish, the sea turning every meal into a memory. CyprusEats has become more than a tag; it’s a lens through which I see hospitality, a reminder that food is a bridge between strangers and friends and family. In its sun-soaked kitchens, I’ve learned to pay attention to the quiet rituals—the bread torn just so, the olives passed around with a laugh, the coffee poured with a patient pause—because those rituals are the quiet architecture of a life well lived. And yes, the question returns: who else’s plans look like this? 😏 Maybe yours do too—plans penned not in dry ink but in sauce stains and citrus zest, in the rhythm of a shared table, in the last crumb of a comforting crust. When a menu becomes a map, every decision feels like a delicious waypoint. Do we choose the bold spice that stings the tongue or the soft sweetness that lingers on the lips? Do we chase the bright tang of something new, or savor the familiar warmth of a cherished dish? Either way, we are choosing what to carry forward: stories seasoned with laughter, friendships plated with care, and a continued curiosity about what lies beyond the next bite. In the end, perhaps that is the most honest plan of all: to keep eating, keep listening, keep letting meals mark the miles. To let life taste like the best kind of memory—rich, surprising, a little reckless, and wholly ours. #FoodieLife #SorryNotSorry #Priorities #FoodGoals #CyprusEats #FoodLovers