O Greece
This is the last journal entry I’ll post in Greece. Did three months really go by already? Damn.
My past week had its successes. I wrote 6 essays, took several final exams, packed my bags (they’re so heavy, grog…) and said my goodbyes. I am looking forward to going home, but now I don’t feel ready to leave Athens behind.
I do want to come back. I told my dance teacher George and his wife that when I come back I’m taking more lessons from them. They are incredible people, and I had so much fun at their dance parties. I think the best part about going to those was communicating with only body language; it’s so magical.
Today I went to coffee and lunch with John, which is a nice way to spend my last day here. Early tomorrow morning I’m hopping over to London. I’ll be spending an entire week there, but of course I know the time is going to zip by. I hope to relax though and treat it like more of a vacation than anything else, which is something I haven’t had in a long time. I won’t tour- I think this will be my fifth or sixth time there, and although there is still tons to see that I have yet to I don’t need to do it now. Instead, I’ll hang out with my friends and bum around. What could be better than that?
The other night we had our farewell dinner, and I made my Greek teacher cry. No no, I didn’t kick her in the stomach or anything like that. I was probably the tenth or so person to approach her to tell her how wonderful of a teacher and person she is, which I’m sure is overwhelming since we’re all leaving. I’ll miss the Athens Centre; everyone there is great and they have Zorba, the only cat I’ve ever liked.
Last night Matt asked me what is my favorite memory of Greece. I really had to think about the question, and I have yet to come up with an answer. There is so much to see and do here, and combine that with the random wonderful moments and there is no way to have an answer.
Greece, I’ll see you later. I promise.
My past week had its successes. I wrote 6 essays, took several final exams, packed my bags (they’re so heavy, grog…) and said my goodbyes. I am looking forward to going home, but now I don’t feel ready to leave Athens behind.
I do want to come back. I told my dance teacher George and his wife that when I come back I’m taking more lessons from them. They are incredible people, and I had so much fun at their dance parties. I think the best part about going to those was communicating with only body language; it’s so magical.
Today I went to coffee and lunch with John, which is a nice way to spend my last day here. Early tomorrow morning I’m hopping over to London. I’ll be spending an entire week there, but of course I know the time is going to zip by. I hope to relax though and treat it like more of a vacation than anything else, which is something I haven’t had in a long time. I won’t tour- I think this will be my fifth or sixth time there, and although there is still tons to see that I have yet to I don’t need to do it now. Instead, I’ll hang out with my friends and bum around. What could be better than that?
The other night we had our farewell dinner, and I made my Greek teacher cry. No no, I didn’t kick her in the stomach or anything like that. I was probably the tenth or so person to approach her to tell her how wonderful of a teacher and person she is, which I’m sure is overwhelming since we’re all leaving. I’ll miss the Athens Centre; everyone there is great and they have Zorba, the only cat I’ve ever liked.
Last night Matt asked me what is my favorite memory of Greece. I really had to think about the question, and I have yet to come up with an answer. There is so much to see and do here, and combine that with the random wonderful moments and there is no way to have an answer.
Greece, I’ll see you later. I promise.