Yes, that’s me over there on a donkey on a Greek island called Hydra. Cars and motorcycles are not allowed on this island. You either walk, bike, or ride a donkey. My life is a movie so grab some popcorn and enjoy the show.
I had the wonderful opportunity to study in Greece over the summer. With all of the sun and fun, I did manage to get all A’s in my classes. But those are the boring details. The dorms were beautiful and spacious. I had a big balcony with a couch, chairs, and a table with chairs where I would sit at every morning enjoying my cup of tea and enjoying the breathtaking view of the mountains and marble, white towns glistening along them. Every Monday, there was a farmer’s market right below my balcony. Walking along the busy makeshift market, I couldn’t help but notice the bright colors in all of the vegetables. They were oddly shaped too so you knew there were no GMOs or preservatives, only farm fresh deliciousness. Coming right from the market each week, I would make a Greek salad for lunch. A proper Greek salad contains: cucumber, tomato, red onion, bell pepper, feta cheese from brine, salt and pepper, oregano, and olive oil. I practically lived off of those salads. Anywhere I went, the vegetables were full of flavor and filling.
I fell in love with the sea. It was almost magical the way it welcomed you when you stepped into its crystal blue waters. It felt healing, for the body and the soul. All of my New York stresses were washed away in its vastness and I felt peaceful, calm.
Every weekend I was on a different island with a local wine in my hand, soaking up the bright sun. Along with great friends that I met in the program we also went to Mykonos, Corfu, and Zakynthos. We drove through the mountains in the early morning in a local taxi playing Greek music on the radio, fell asleep under a leafy umbrella on the beach, danced the night away, went cave exploring, watched the sunset from the middle of the sea in a boat, drove through remote villages and talked to the people, got lost, and found our way. Weaving through white, blue, and marble buildings we found hidden gems, tried new food, and admired the fruits of labor from these Greeks. I simply enjoyed life itself.
I was surrounded by ancient beauty and laughter, making precious memories. I can hear the Mediterranean softly calling me back, its waves ingrained in me. Soon, I will answer.