Want to do an internship in Cyprus? Hold on, we need to talk.
So, you’re thinking about Cyprus for your internship? Not bad. Great instinct. But… do you really know Cyprus? I mean, beyond the clichés. Because often when people talk about this island, they think: “OK, Mediterranean, sun, olives, that’s it.” But no. No. It’s so much more than that. And I’m going to tell you everything. Nice and easy. Like I’m taking you by the hand and we’re walking together through the little streets of Nicosia, past cats and a frappé coffee.
Because doing an internship in Cyprus isn’t just ticking the “international experience” box. It’s diving into unexpected everyday life, facing a soft yet contradictory culture, laughing, learning, being surprised. In short, it’s a true human experience.
The sun? Yes, it’s there. All the time. Really.
Cyprus is that kind of place where you open your shutters in the morning and the sky is blue. Every day. At first, you’re amazed. Then you get used to it, then you realize again how it lifts your mood for no reason. Just the sun. It’s simple, but powerful.
Even in summer, when it’s scorching (sometimes really scorching), a light breeze always comes off the sea to keep you cool. Honestly, walking around town or sitting in a shady park with an iced coffee becomes a simple pleasure you come to rely on. And let’s be real: coming back with a tan after an internship abroad is always a little pride booster.
History, stones, and legends
What struck me in Cyprus is that you can literally walk on history. Really. You step out of a kebab shop and land in a Byzantine church; turn left and there’s a Roman ruin; go to the beach and… bam, you’re on Aphrodite’s trail. Yes—the goddess of love and beauty.
There’s a kind of poetry wandering this island. Every village has a story, every stone once saw someone important pass by. You feel it’s ancient. Not old, but ancient. Subtle nuance. You get a strong sense that the past is just below the surface. And honestly, that gives the place a very special, powerful atmosphere—a mix of spirituality, nostalgia, and beauty.
The cats. Let’s talk about cats.
Prepare yourself here: if you don’t like cats, you’re in trouble. Because they’re everywhere. I’m not kidding. On rooftops, in cafés, in parks, in churches, on beaches, in shops, and in your heart (if you’re sensitive).
But it’s not a nuisance. Quite the opposite. They’re relaxed, calm, as if they were the island’s true owners and just allow us to live here out of their kindness. Some say they’re the reincarnations of ancient kings of Cyprus. Sounds plausible to me.
Eventually, you’ll find your favorite—or your favorites. The local cat who follows you, who waits for you. It’s silly, but it connects you to your neighborhood, your street, your daily routine. And it’s touching.
At the table! Or how to never want to go home again
Food in Cyprus? Insane. I don’t say that lightly. First, mealtime is chill. They take their time. You eat outdoors, often. You share. Order a mezze, and it’s a parade of tiny dishes: grilled halloumi, stuffed grape leaves, eggplant, tzatziki, meatballs, fried little fish, fresh salads, hummus… You think “OK, I’m full,” but the waiter keeps coming with more.
And the bread—the warm, soft bread, often still steaming. You use it to scoop up everything. Pure simple joy.
Even if you’re vegetarian or vegan, don’t worry. The cuisine is so diverse you’ll have tons of options: grilled veggies, lentil stews, fresh herbs… Smells amazing, healthy, colorful. And eating is a social event here. You talk, you laugh, you share your day. You’ll never eat alone in front of a computer again.
The real ancestral wine
Cyprus drinks Commandaria. An ancient wine. Not just slightly aged. I mean it was drunk before Christ. You read that right. It was sipped in antiquity—and it’s still made today.
It’s sweet, almost liqueur-like, very smooth. You drink it slowly. It’s the kind of wine you sip in the evening on a balcony, watching the hills darken. You breathe slower. Speak slower. You savor.
Now, we’re not saying to get drunk every night. Just try it. Taste something made here, with love, sun, soil, and time.
A little detail that kills: the toilets
Let’s be real. In Cyprus, you don’t flush toilet paper down the bowl. You put it in a little bin beside it. Why? Pipes are old, narrow, fragile. Toss it in and it clogs. Nightmare. So you adapt. Strange at first, later you don’t even think about it.
It’s part of the charm of everyday life. Those little routines that unsettle you at first but you miss them later when you’re gone.
Water—the gold of the island
Cyprus is dry. Very dry. Water is precious—use it wisely. Sure, tap water is drinkable in some areas, but most people rely on bottles. Sometimes water gets shut off for a few hours each day. So you learn to economize. Not let it run. And honestly—it’s a healthy habit to build.
You realize how quickly we waste without thinking. It’s refreshing to slow down and remember every drop matters.
People—what makes the island so special
Let me put it simply: Cypriots are lovely. Not a myth. They welcome you, help you, and smile at you. They speak English (thank you, British colonization), love conversation, take their time.
Lost? They’ll walk you back. Eating alone? They’ll bring you dessert. Can’t read the menu? They explain with hands, smiles, and patience.
And the island is safe. You can walk alone at night without fear. Leave your bag on a chair without watching it like a hawk. It’s peaceful. And it gives you a sense of freedom you don’t find everywhere.
Working in Cyprus: a different way to see the world
Doing an internship here isn’t just about working. It’s living differently. Learning to slow down without losing efficiency. Realizing you can be professional without stress. Say things straight without aggression. That human connection matters—and productivity can follow.
It’s also a test: how well can you adapt to a different work culture? Can you listen, observe, adjust? That—my friend—is a professional skill. And trust me, it’ll serve you your whole life.
In short? It’s much more than an internship
You’ll stroll through markets smelling fresh coriander and lemon. Taste things you’d never dare try in France. Meet people, laugh in another language, maybe fall in love—maybe with the sea or the cats.
You’ll change. Not completely. But in some soft, deep way. And that shift stays with you long after returning.
So if you get a chance to go to Cyprus—go for it. No idea what that little island will bring you.
And after all that… are you coming?
If you made it this far, Cyprus really intrigues you. And you’re right. It’s not a place you pass through lightly. It’s an island that gently takes your hand, tells you its tales, teaches you to breathe differently, to look at things more slowly, more deeply. Not a static postcard. A place alive, inhabited, generous.
So if you’re still hesitating, ask yourself one question: do you just want an internship, or do you want to live something? If it’s the latter—pack your passport, fill your water bottle, and let yourself be carried along.
And if you need help organizing, finding the right company, accommodation, local contacts— you know where to find us. We’re here for that. To make sure your Cyprus experience matches who you are: unique, alive, deeply human.
So… are you coming?