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How Was Your Trip...? (a slice of time in Meteora Greece)

Hi everyone. I just got back from a two-week trip through Greece and my brain is still running in jetlag. Now I don't know which is more difficult, readjusting back to my day to day life, or answering the simple question of, "how was your trip?" The question freezes me as I ponder how to express what I experienced over the course of a couple weeks.

Passion in Travel

Traveling is a difficult passion of mine. I love exploring new places, meeting new people, enjoying views, and taking the time to just go with the wind. To sum it all up during a conversation in passing, my mind races through all of what I felt, saw, heard, smelled, but my words become, "it was good." How do I sum up everything into a phrase that conveys only what I know?

After a long trip, I find myself in sort of a hangover. It takes me a few days to even look at pictures I've collected along the way. There's confusion in feeling out of place. I just spent two weeks learning geography of a new place, along with learning the language, and even building new daily routines. Returning home is jarring in that it all gets immediately cut off and replaced with schedules, jobs, responsibilities, and questions of what I did or saw. 

How Was Your Trip?

In getting to slow down and not worry about where I'm supposed to be right now, I want to share with you a slice of time from my trip.

From the above photo, I was in a place called Meteora, up in central Greece. The place is famous for having many monasteries situated atop rock formations. I was there with my family for one night. Early in the morning I woke up to go watch the sunrise and explore a bit. The weather called for rain, but it was raining yet, so I hurried up the mountain from our hotel. The previous day had small crowds gathered at various vantage points, but this early morning left the place all to myself. I found a perch on some rocks overlooking the cliffs and I made myself at home. I was sure to walk carefully so as one, not to slip and fall. And two, to be sure I didn't drop my camera. Over the recent weeks I've had a series of klutzy moves, so I was being sure.

Anyway, I sat on the edge of a big rock, set my camera next to me, and just began to enjoy the view. It was absolutely quiet, except for my nearby companion. A stray dog was standing next to me, whimpering for food. I didn't bring any with me, so I tried to sustain my furry friend with conversation. He left pretty quick.

Sitting there, I noticed slight rain drops landing around me, which I gladly soaked in (drum roll?). Some of these monasteries have been here for nearly 10 centuries. I was wishing I was able to meet some of the people living there and ask what it's like. However, my family was soon to be up and ready to move on, so I went back to the hotel for breakfast.