When you find an art exhibit in Greece that focuses on the Harvard Strike from 1969 in America, you go...because so many of these powerful slogans seem to be becoming relevant again today.
Meeting the water once again in Thessaloniki. It sparkles and feels as vast as an ocean, but more gentle. This city is slow and yet full of activity and life, people swimming through cafes and sidewalk culture late into the evening. Yet another space of inspiration to bring home.
I haven’t done a single yoga pose anywhere in Greece in order to post some inspirational, touristy, somehow moving picture on IG...mostly because I don’t have to. This country has embedded itself into my spirit in a far deeper manner than I could share through a photo, but the view from up here is pretty damn moving anyway.
We wanted adventure. We found adventure. We hiked down through slippery sandstone mountains in a rain storm making use of all of our climbing skills on sheer rock faces, outcroppings of shaky tree branches, and naive hope. It was glorious.
Athens is one of my new favorite European cities. I could definitely spend a lot of time here. The juxtaposition of the old contained within the new is fascinating and permeates every street with historical beauty. The people I’m here with are pretty freakin great too.