On Tuesday, I started narrating the day as soon as I opened my eyes.
“Today’s the day!” I whispered to myself, still snuggled underneath the blankets in Arkansas.
When I got in the shower, I excitedly told myself, “Your next shower will be in Greece!”
And so the day went, with “my last American meal!” (Chili’s in the Chicago airport), “my last glimpse of America” as we took off in Chicago, and you get the idea.
We traveled for what seemed like 789 days, with a long flight across the ocean to London, and another flight to Athens. We were then bused to Porto Rafti!
When we arrived, we were kept awake to avoid jetlag. Instead of sleeping, we went on a walking tour of the city, stopped in a few bakeries and ice cream shops, and had our first Greek dinner—GYROS, bread with olive oil, and greek salads!
After playing a get-to-know-you-game, we all passed out.
At first I was a little homesick. I was excited to be here. Hello, it’s Greece. But I couldn’t help but ask myself, “What am I doing here?”
Today answered that question.