Don't fret the past and don't stress the future. Weekdays in Thessaloniki Living and going to school in Greece is very different from the experiences I’ve had at college in America. First of all, I usually walk to class in Ames. However, in Thessaloniki I take the school shuttle to school every day. I board the school shuttle just after 10 a.m. to be in classes every day at 11 a.m. Our apartment building is over an hour walk away from the school and across several highways. Meaning, on the way home, I’m depended on public transportation. Bus Life Like most things in Greece, the public bus doesn’t have the greatest organizational system. Nevertheless, it does the trick and takes me home every day after classes. As for classes themselves: I have a much different outlook on my course work in Thessaloniki. While I strive to always do my best, in the back of my mind I’m continuously reminded that the grades I receive in Greece won’t transfer to Iowa State. Therefore, I’m able to relax much more and enjoy my classes, rather than stressing over the actual grade I’m going to receive come June. Classes History: My favorite class is Ancient Greek History. I love history and I love Ancient Greece. I also love the professor for the class as she makes each lesson seem like story time covering fascinating subjects. A group project that included dried peaches, anchovies, fresh goat cheese, olives, honey, homemade milk pie and, of course, wine.Communications: My communications class involves a lot of discussions between the teacher and other students. I occasionally offer my opinion, but often prefer to sit back and listen as the discussion flows. Greek 101: My photography class was canceled, so instead I opted to take Greek 101. I took Spanish in college … and then re-took Spanish in college so I’m not really sure why I thought it was a good idea to take a language course, but I did. Greek is an entirely different ball game from English or Spanish, but I love being able to do something as simple as order an orange juice from the café entirely in Greek. Overall, the class is one of the most difficult I’ve ever taken, but I don’t think my experience abroad would have been the same had I not at least tried to learn the local language. Sea Sailing: My hardest class is sea sailing. Being from Nebraska, I saw a once in a lifetime opportunity to learn how to sail while in Greece. However, learning to sail isn’t easy, and the sailing class is not blow off course. It involves studying, memorization and a lot of effort. But Monday night, when I finally sailed the boat for the first time (after two months of classes), I remembered why I’m putting myself through the frustration sailing causes me. Feeling the wind in my hair and the evening sun on my face as I skippered the boat was something I wouldn't have missed for the world. All of my classes teach me something new every day, and for that I am thankful. Weekends Abroad My weekends vary in pace and activities. This past weekend we took a school trip to the cities of Ioannina and Kalambaka. In Ioannina we visited the Perama cave and the Castle before driving to spend the night in Kalambaka. Sunday we spent the day visiting two monasteries nestled in a rock formation called Meteora (meaning ‘suspended in air’). It was incredibly beautiful and astounding to imagine the monasteries before steps for the tourists were carved up the sides of the mountains. It also gave me a new appreciation for a different sect of Christianity and the practices of the Greek Orthodox faith. Half Way Home
I was updating my wall calendar when I realized that I have been in Greece for over two months. It was then that I realized that my experience abroad will eventually end. And it will probably feel sooner than later. I will have to return home: to work, to an internship, to classes, to family life, to moving into my first apartment and other stresses that college students face in daily life. However, I know that when the time comes, I will be prepared to conquer the world once more, or should I say re-conquering a world I was once very familiar with, after my semester abroad. Never be afraid to do what makes you happy. Greek Independence March 25 was a national holiday in Greece celebrating the beginning of the revolution against the Ottoman Empire. The Ottoman Empire occupied Greece from 1453 until a peace treaty was signed war in 1829. (Since this is my blog and not a research paper, I’m not going to cite my sources. If you’d like to read more, I highly recommend Google.) I was grateful for the opportunity to experience Greek Independence Day. Children dressed up in costumes for classes on Thursday; when I looked out from my sixth floor balcony, I could see billowing blue and white flags on almost every other balcony. Flying Solo Since I had a three-day weekend, I decided that I wanted to explore one of the beautiful areas around Thessaloniki. However, no one else in my study abroad program wanted to travel with me. So I decided to travel alone. I was a little worried, but not a lot. I was already familiar with the bus station in Thessaloniki as well as the culture and environment of northern Greece. So I booked myself an AirBnB (which I’d never stayed in before), woke up at 7 a.m. on Friday morning and bought myself a one-way ticket to Kavala! Kavala Kavala is a port city in northern Greece. When you Google pictures of Greece, it’s not a city that shows up in the first 4 pages (yes, I checked,) which is a shame because Kavala was incredibly beautiful. Every time I thought I found the best view, I turned a corner and there was an even better picture waiting a few steps away. My weekend in Kavala consisted of:
Kavala was amazing and I hope to go back before the end of the semester, hopefully when it’s a bit warmer. Find Your Happy Place
Before I end this post and shamelessly direct you to the page where I’ve posted some of the pictures of my trip, I’d like to take a moment to encourage more people to travel alone. Traveling alone is peaceful in a way that is difficult to describe. I didn't have to worry about getting to do or see everything I wanted. I also didn't have to struggle to please everyone else while traveling. I didn't have to meet anyone else's expectations of what vacation or a trip should be. This isn't to say I'll never travel with other people again, because I definitely will. But my trip helped me understand that I can also be content on my own. I was able to set my own expectations and didn't feel stressed if I didn't fulfill them. I was able to move at my own pace, to stop when I wanted, to keep going when I didn't want to stop. I loved traveling alone, which wasn't what I expected to feel. I was content to be alone when, normally, I prefer to be surrounded by other people. Granted, I still can't go very long without messaging friends and family or making new friends as I visit new places. But after my trip to Kavala, I realized I’m going to be just fine traveling alone again. Of all of the places around the world I have visited, Delphi is the first of which I would return. Athens to Delphi Sunday morning, bright and early, our bus drove away from Athens and toward Delphi. Delphi is situated between sharp curving roads and steep mountain ridges; our wonderful driver conquered both and we arrived safely in Delphi just before lunch. Ivory and Gold One of the coolest things about Delphi is the museum, which was, by far, my favorite museum in all of Greece. I loved all of the sculptures and artifacts preserved within the museum. According to our tour guide, the only ivory and gold statues known to have survived from Ancient Greece are in the museum at Delphi. After a fire, the statues were buried (rather than being thrown out) so as not to offend the gods. Thousands of years later the three statues were discovered under the stones of the pathway up the mountain. The three statues were a testament to the extraordinary craftsmanship of ancient artists as well as the immense wealth that was contained within Delphi during the prime years of the site. The ivory statue of Artemis, twin sister of Apollo, was blackened during a fire.Apollo and Dionysus Delphi was magically beautiful and words can barely describe how remarkable it felt to walk in the footsteps of the gathering place of travelers from around the ancient world. Our tour guide was also so amazing! The way she described ancient Delphi and the people who lived and visited the site was astounding. She discussed how the god of the mind (Apollo) and the god of heart (Dionysus) were worshiped in the same temple and how ancient people believed that knowledge and curiosity were divine. Thoughts to Live By Several of the things she said really hit home with me: ‘The more you want to know, the better human you become.’ 'No idea is original; we keep repeating the same mistakes.’ ‘History is there for us to learn from it. But of course we don’t.' ‘Remember that you’re human and respect yourself.’ Your Adventure is Your Own
Standing where people from around the ancient world gathered to hear the advice of the oracle of Delphi was one of the most remarkable experiences of my entire life. History isn't what you see in the movies. Photographs show only a fraction of the view. Like the people who worshiped Apollo and Dionysus at Delphi, you have to think and feel when you're traveling; when you're experiencing new places; when you're standing in a place that you will likely never stand again. Don't rush through. Don't simply pause long enough to take the photo. And don't think you have to smell every rose unless you truly want to. Your life, your adventure, is what you make it. The oracle offered advice to guide you toward your own decision. Learn from history and know thyself. The more places I go the more I appreciate the beauty and the simplicity of the city in which I currently reside: Thessaloniki. Bus Rides are Fun! Last Friday morning a group of twenty-nine study abroad students, including myself, drove off in a passenger bus headed to Athens. The trip seemed to take forever, mostly because it’s a Greek law that the bus driver must stop ever two hours. However, the views along the way were beautiful. First Impressions of Athens When we arrived in Athens, we drove around the city a bit before locating our hotel. From there a group of us wandered around and found a strip restaurants and souvenir shops. Looking up, boom, there was the Acropolis! It wasn’t what I’d pictured in my head, staring up at a very high hill with a flat top. The Acropolis The Acropolis Museum makes the list of Tripadvisors top ten things to do in Athens, and I’d agree. It was really cool to look down between my feet and see the excavation site of ancient ruins. My favorite part of the museum was the caryatid statues. The five remaining statues are intricately carved and gloriously beautiful. I spent quite some time gazing up at the hair on the statues wishing that I could recreate the style. A Day in Athens Saturday we spent the entire day in Athens. Our adventure included visiting the Acropolis and seeing the Parthenon, a trip to the Greek and Roman Angoras and an afternoon to ourselves in the city during which a few frineds and myself walked to the ruins of the Temple of Olympian Zeus. Temple of Olympian ZeusAll around, Athens was wonderful. Live and Learn Something I didn’t enjoy in Athens was the pushiness of the restaurant people. One man stood in front of us, trying to block our path, with his arms outstretched. I suppose I’ve gotten spoiled in Thessaloniki by the general lack of tourism. But when we were immediately identified as tourists in Athens, not only were the locals trying to persuade us inside, they also only spoke in English. Dissimilarly, when I was grocery shopping in Thessaloniki last night the woman at the cash register spoke in Greek. I gave her a blank look before asking “Αγγλικά?” She laughed and said, “I thought you were Greek!” This moment struck me as when I realized that I’m not just studying abroad. I’m living abroad. I’m a member of the community in which I live. I visit the bakery and am greeted by friendly faces; I smile at the gyros man when I walk past; and I feel comfortable wandering around my neighborhood without Google maps in my hand. I might be a tourist in a lot of ways. But when I’m in Thessaloniki I don’t feel like a tourist. And that, in and of itself, is worth living abroad. Part Two Will Be Uploaded in a Few Days: A Day in DelphiNever let fear stop you from trying something new. Constantinople This past weekend I visited Istanbul. It was incredible! The city was beautiful, the food was amazing and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Alec, Michael and myself flew to Istanbul Friday morning. After landing, our hostel picked us up for a flat fee. I would definitely recommend trying to find a hostel that offers this service. The three of us walked around the city, found a place for a late lunch and then climbed Galata Tower. We could see for miles! Tourists It was also astonishing to be surrounded by tourists once more. In Thessaloniki, as far as I can tell, the majority of the other tourists are actually other Greeks, and mostly high-schoolers. When I visited Crete, it was off-season and only the locals were around. Therefore, it was a new level of culture shock to be back in an environment where tourists are abundant. Sights, Foods and the Bazaar By Saturday, the last member of our group, Meredith, had arrived and the four of us made our way to the Old City of Istanbul. Before we could even make it to the sights, we were dragged into a Turkish carpet store. While I knew I didn’t want to buy anything, it was really fun to watch the men try to sell a group of backpacking college student giant Turkish rugs. It was definitely a once in a lifetime experience. After escaping the salesmen, we visited the Hagia Sophia, the Basicila Cistern and the Blue Mosque. The Blue Mosque was easily my favorite.Next we grabbed a bite to eat at a Kurdish restaurant. One of the men at the restaurant was a terrible flirt and informed Meredith and I that the colors of our headscarves suited us very well. At the end of our meal, he also made two napkin flowers and gave them to Michael and Alec to pass onto ‘their girlfriends.’ From there we walked to the bazaar and were sold on a few items. I ended up with a beautiful ‘silver/amethyst/ruby’ ring. My favorite part was bargaining with the man who kept calling me angel and telling me I was breaking his heart when I offered him a lower price. (I talked him down from 125 LT to 80 LT, so I felt pretty good about the transaction.) From there we watched the sunset on the water as we looked across the Bosphorous Strait before grabbing supper in Taksim square and seeing a bit of the nightlight in Istanbul. Asia!! On Sunday, we hopped on the ferry to Asia!! I know it sounds cheesy, but visiting Asia was something I did not expect to do during my semester abroad. So I was ridiculously excited to go. I also love boats and the ferry was a fun experience and great for taking pictures! Don't Let Fear Hold You Back Looking back on how wonderful Istanbul was, I keep remember that I almost didn’t go. When a couple of my guy friends said they were going, I thought to myself, “I have no desire to visit Istanbul.” Then, a group of five people from our program visited and I saw the pictures. Add to that, another group of five people was going the next weekend. So, after a lot of thought, I decided that I would also like to visit Istanbul. I’ll admit, I was actually pretty nervous. Istanbul seems scary because Turkey borders along Syria and there has been more than one story in the news recently about attacks in the city. However, I decided that fear wasn’t going to be a deciding factor in whether or not I was going to visit Istanbul. I’d say I made the right decision Remember the People My weekend in Istanbul was amazing. The sights and views were breathtaking. However, my trip wouldn’t have been nearly as much fun as it was with the group of people I went with. Thank you Alec, Michael and Meredith for making our adventure through Istanbul a trip of a lifetime! Left to right: Alec, Meredith, Michael and me.I’ve decided to write this blog post about a favorite subject of mine: dogs. Greek Dogs Let me take a moment to talk about the dogs in Greece: they are so well behaved! When taking a stroll down to the boardwalk, many of the dogs aren’t on leashes. They simply follow their owners and listen to commands. Imagine! Dogs that actually listen to their owners!!! The dogs here also don’t attack each other or the many stray dogs that roam around. Recently, I saw a dog waiting outside of a boutique. He was peering into the open door of the store, but didn’t enter the shop to follow his owner. It wasn’t even tied up! His leash was hanging from his neck as he patiently waited for his mom or dad to come back to him! When we were on Crete, I saw a stray dog do something similar. This dog came up to the open door of the restaurant and peered inside. He didn’t come inside, even when he saw the waitress carrying a bucket of food. Instead, he waited patiently until the woman had placed a paper placemat on the ground and deposited leftover food onto it before digging in. A stray!! A Sad Reality Speaking of stray dogs, a group of my friends and I have started naming the stray dogs of Thessaloniki. There are a tragically large number of strays in Greece. For the most part they seem friendly. Personally, I have refrained from petting any of the dogs because I promised the travel nurse at Iowa State that I wouldn’t after refusing to get a rabies vaccine before leaving for Europe. (That woman told some very convincing horror stories!) The dogs are cute and seem happy enough, but I often times wish that I could take them all home with me. My Dog Perhaps the reason that I’m so shocked by the dogs here is because the little guy I left at home is nicknamed ‘Wretched’ for a number of reasons. He runs away if the gate is open, chew up shoes, eats things he’s not supposed to, and never listens to a single thing out of any of the family’s mouths. My dog’s real name is Finnegan. He’s adorable and loves to cuddle and lick your face – when he wants to – and he sleeps with a teddy bear at night. His other nickname is ‘Precious,’ it’s mostly (only) used when referring to when he’s asleep. Yeah, I know. It’s actually our fault that he’s a terror. ‘Bad pet owners’ not ‘bad dogs’ blah blah, but who can resist this face? It’s only been a month, but I'll admit, I miss the little guy. Coming up Next Week: I'm headed to Istanbul with a few friends! I do not own the meme above
Before coming to Greece, I would have said that I thrived on stress. Relaxation I Skyped my mother yesterday and was reminded how stressfully my life was in America. Between classes, work, student organizations, volunteering, family and friends my schedule was a constant race to the finish line. In Thessaloniki, I still have deadlines and responsibilities but the pace of life is more manageable. I can enjoy the entirety of my days in a way that was personally unattainable in America. A Simple Walk For example, one of my favorite parts of any given day is my walk home from the bus. The bus ride itself is chaotic, involving a hike up a massive set of stairs, a packed bus, an across the street transfer to another packed bus, and finally a several block walk home. However, this walk, despite uneven sidewalks, puddles of unknown origin, and having to snake around cars parked on top of the curb, is when I take the time to reflect on the fact that I’m in Greece. I’m in the homeland of the Greek gods whose mythology I studied as a child. I’m surrounded by a new language and culture so unlike anything I’d ever experienced in America. I’ve been given the opportunity to meet new people and create lasting friendships in a foreign country. On that walk home I am filled with the knowledge that I’m a young, independent woman capable of anything and everything. Wise Words Last semester, my advisor at Iowa State gave me a great piece of advice: stop and smell the roses. Yes, I’d heard it before, but rarely followed through. However, since spending a few weeks adjusting to a Mediterranean lifestyle, I’ve realized how little time I spent simply enjoying life. In America, I know that I would have dreaded the exact same walk home because it would have been time out of my day that could be better spent. Instead, I’m able to use that time to reflect on my contentment with life in Greece. Greek life has taught me how to relax, a skill I was desperately lacking as an American college student. Hopefully I can take the lessons I’ve learned here and apply them when I return home.
I love going new places. But I’m almost always sad when I have to leave them after such a short time. Flying to Crete On Friday, four of my friends and I went to the island of Crete. Far left is Jordan, then Tori, Jessika, Alec and myself. We flew from Thessaloniki to Chania. At the airport I was surprised going through security because, while I had to remove my jacket, and my friend had to remove his laptop, no one had to remove their shoes. I also didn’t have to remove my liquids from my bag. The Adventures of Public Transit After landing and exiting the airport, we discovered the difficulties of trying to fit five people into one taxi … so instead we proceeded to hop on a bus that we were fairly (only kind of) certain would take us in the direction we needed to go. The bus was also a new experience. It was a charter bus, but functioned like a city bus by stopping at various bus stops along the way to pick up passengers. Although I use the term ‘bus stop’ loosely, because as Jordan put it, “That’s not a bus stop, it’s a tree!” The bus also dropped people off wherever they requested even if it was only a block past where the last person had gotten off. We, however, rode until we reached the bus station. Getting Our Steps In After arriving at the station, we decided to walk to the hotel. At the time we believed it was only about two miles. We were very wrong. (When we finally arrived at the hotel, George, the owner, informed us that we’d walked three and a half or more miles.) “Getting our steps in!” became the theme of the weekend. To Be or Not to Be Hot? The first thing a couple of us wanted to do after finally getting into our room was shower … except hot water was only available from 6 PM to 11 PM. So we waited and at 6 PM discovered that there was no hot water! Neither Tori nor I cared and both showered off the grime of the airport and a three plus mile hike. No one else was brave enough to find out what a cold shower in an even colder room feels like. Aside from that minor fiasco, the hotel was actually very nice. We’d booked a four-person room because a five-person room was 100 euros more expensive. Since we’re all broke college kids, we pushed two of the beds together and were all very comfortable the entire three nights. However, this also meant that we had to sneak Alec into the room because we didn’t want to get charged for having him. We then proceeded to pretend that he wasn’t sleeping there the entire weekend whenever we spoke to George. [Side note: there is no way George didn’t know what was going on, especially after we asked for an extra pillow and bike, but he played along with us even though we’re a bunch of dorks.] It still causes hysterical giggling every time we think about it. Winter in Crete If you check the date on this post, you’ll realize that we went to Crete in Febuary. Now, I’m from the Midwest. To me, winter means negative degree weather with several feet of snow and ice covering every inch of the sidewalk. It was in the upper sixties and seventies while we were in Crete (it poured in Thessaloniki). Despite the wonderful weather, it was still winter in Crete. Meaning that everything was closed down. And I do mean everything: restaurants, hotels, even grocery stores! We had a hard time figuring things out at first, and ended spending most of Saturday on the beach and hiking around the ridgeline. I can’t complain. It was chill and the views were incredible. It was the perfect way to relax and take it all in. The Joys of Winter Like everything else, the beach was practically shut down. We had it nearly to ourselves except for a few locals. I even dared to go swimming although I only lasted thirty minutes or so before having to get out because it was too chilly. (I also got spooked and thought I saw a shark, but it was actually my own shadow … so that happened.) It was also pointed out to me that when I posted a picture of our pristine, quiet beach, that I had spelled the word wrong. I live on Beech Street … but apparently the word beach normally has an ‘A’ in it. Don’t bother looking for my typo, it was on Instagram and I already corrected it! Old Venetian Harbour Saturday night we gave in and took a couple of taxis to the city center of Chania. We walked around the harbor and took in the sights. The next day we rented bikes from George and rode them back to the harbor around sunset. Before dinner, we walked to the end of the Old Venetian Harbour and saw the sunset at the base of the lighthouse. Never before have I seen such a beautiful sunset. Cretan Dinner Finding a place to eat dinner was an interesting experience. The restaurants basically pay people/the owners or managers to stand around and convince tourists to eat their fare. However, we were specifically looking for a place that served seafood for Jordan and me, but also served other food because Jessika is allergic to fish. We eventually settled on a place and it was a good choice. Jordan and I split a Fisherman’s Platter that included some sort of fish fillet (swordfish maybe?), breaded little fish with the heads on them (I asked guy who talked us into eating at his restaurant how to eat the little fishies – you have to pull off the heads and then slit the fish open and remove the backbone), as well as fried shrimp, complete with heads and feet, calamari, and an octopus tentacle! Overall, it was amazing. Leaving Crete - the Saddest Part of Our Adventure Monday morning George drove us back to the bus station. Leaving Crete was bitter sweet – I was sad to go but also excited to return to Thessaloniki to all of my new friends as well as a city that doesn’t rely solely on tourist season. I’ll be back someday Crete – and that’s a promise. Next Weekend: I’m spending the weekend in Thessaloniki! The experience of studying abroad has already been so incredibly unbelievably fantastic and I’ve only been here a week! I’m already a stronger, braver, wiser woman and I hope to continue to develop these traits during my time in Thessaloniki. First Day of School Classes began Monday! Yay!! I only have one class Monday/Wednesday/Friday morning and it is History of Ancient Greece. (Check out one of my early posts to read more about it.) ACT, the study abroad program I’m attending, provides a shuttle to the school for my morning classes, however the times it runs back to the apartment are inconvenient. However, a few of my new friends and I went to the bus kiosk early Monday morning; later, two of us were able to find our way back to the apartment building. It's All Greek to Me The public bus system in Thessaloniki is hectic to say the least! First of all, nothing is in English, and add to that the fact that you’re cramming a ton of people into a tiny space and you’ve got a recipe for stress and disaster! Fortunately, Alec and myself were able to hike across campus, hop on a bus right outside of the school, hop off at a stop several blocks away, and then run across a busy street to transfer to another bus before riding it all the way to a familiar neighborhood. Or, I should say, a street that I’m familiar with. There’s a running joke that if Alec thinks we’re walking in the right direction we should probably turn around – it’s hysterical because it’s so true! The entire process took less than thirty minutes. Alec and I were very lucky not to have to wait for either bus but to also not miss them by a few seconds either! I hope to have the same luck every day. Alone Time So Monday afternoon was my first alone time since arriving in Thessaloniki. I’m a natural extrovert, so alone time isn’t something I need very often … or ever really. But alone time did allow me to sit down and write this post about my first day of classes, so I should try to find alone time at least once a week for my blog! I also did laundry for the first time since arriving in Greece. I was down to my last pair of clean pants and only had one more pair of socks before I would have been hand washing my clothes in the sink. The washing machine at my apartment building was fairly easy to figure out, however, we don’t have a dryer. Meaning that all of my clothes go out onto the balcony to air dry. This works best when the sun shines onto said balcony, a phenomenon that doesn’t happen for a very long stretch of the day on my particular balcony. I’ll get used to it and by the end of the semester; I’m sure I’ll return to America and have to re-learn how to use a dryer! Sea Sailing I only have one other class on Monday evening. If you’ve read my pervious posts, you might recall that I’m taking Sea Sailing 101 for college credits! (This might not sound legit, but it is, it so is.) The class only meets once a week, and this week we met on the college campus. However, for most of the rest of the semester we’ll meet at the marina, which is at short bus ride from the apartment. Not only will I learn how to sail a sea boat, I can also become certified if I pass a test at the end of the semester! Our class will also participate in a sailing weekend trip in which my classmates and I will sail ourselves around the Mediterranean! To say I’m excited is a bit of an understatement. I can’t wait for the rest of the semester and to the new experiences that will be presented to me throughout my time in Thessaloniki, Greece. Coming up Next: My weekend getaway in the city of Chanina on the island of Crete with some of my new besties! PS: We're celebrating Valentine's Day secret Santa style! All photos included in this post were taken by Alexandra Kapetanopoulos.
Nothing could have even begun to prepare me for the sheer wonder of the country I will be spending my semester in. My wildest dreams couldn’t even begin to compare to the beauty of the environment around me as I write this post from my balcony overlooking the Greek mountainsides and city below. Check out my travel photos page for some of the views from Thessaloniki, Greece! Hitting the Ground Running Shortly after I arrived in Greece I hit the ground running, literally. I didn’t even manage to unpack until the evening of my second day! (By unpacked I mean that things are in cluttered piles around the room by somehow I’m managing to function.) Today is my third day in Greece and so far I’ve:
And so many other things that if I took the time to detail and describe it would resemble a novel rather than a blog post! To follow my regular updates check out my Twitter and Instagram and check back on my website blog page for weekly Sunday evening updates. Coming up next Sunday: No clue! I'll have to see what unexpected adventures I run into during my next couple of days in the beautiful city of Thessaloniki. |
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