The desolate land of Greece is haunting, in a good way. It, this ancient land, with biblical trees, pristine waters, and gray brown ground, has secret. Something it wants you to uncover. Maybe Poseidon really did spring from these waters. The best way to find the answer...four days of sunbathing.
My holiday to Greece (and Turkey) leave me with a few questions for the big man.
1. How can you make the sea such a deep blue, yet foam from the same waters such a crisp white?
2. Why do you allow such a fear in people that leads to discrimination, when in reality, the world is mostly good?
3. Why, with my love of sea/ocean, did you put me in West Virginia with great friends in family. There is no beach there?
4. How is travelling alone both liberating and bleak?
I once again made a video to my holiday. This is to the song Mykonos, which is not the island I was on, but I do have fond memories of the tune, so...why not.
As much as I enjoyed Greece, I was very happy to come home to Italy. I am again shocked by how familiar everything is. Just two months ago Italy was foreign. Now it is where I live, where I work, where new friends are, where I buy my food, where I laugh, and where I sleep. I realized at the airport how much I missed being surrounded by Italians. Although I don't claim to speak Italian, I understand it much more than Greek. I realized how much I missed the word, allura, which simple means...well, then.
At the end of this year I will miss the ability to spend a couple days in a new country every other week. I will miss the sea. I will miss the language. And I will be happy to be home, again.
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