“Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind.” ~ Anthony Bourdain, No Reservations: Around the World on an Empty Stomach
I took Lindsay‘s advice and I took off to Greece a few weeks ago. It was a last minute trip. I met up with some friends who live near Athens, and we explored Plaka (the area beneath the Parthenon), Sounion (the ancient Temple of Poseidon in the southern most tip of the Attic peninsula, Nafplio (the romantic town named after the son of Poseidon), and the Isthmus Canal in Corinth, which connects mainland Greece with the Peloponnese. It was a whirlwind of a holiday that lifted my spirits during the course of my time in Greece, but violently brought me back down to earth upon my return. The going is always easy. The coming back never is.