You smile without thinking.
At the bakery. In the lift. Passing a friend on the pavement.
It’s automatic. Polite. Reflexive. And in Cyprus, it’s part of our culture. We smile often, laugh a lot. It’s there in our easy banter, a stranger’s grin, a neighbour’s welcome.
Smiling here isn’t a performance. It’s a habit of openness. A small, everyday signal that says ‘ yia sou , I see you, how
