HUG That Mountain

Class days are chill. You go to your respective classes, chapel, and then after lunch everyone has the afternoon free to explore Greece and learn the culture.

Today a new friend, Laura Jo, and I went for a run. On the coast of the Aegean Sea. It was unreal. Eventually we slowed to a walk just so we could really absorb everything we were seeing.

Something about being surrounded by God’s beautiful creation had the two of us opening up to one another—deep spiritual conversations and self-esteem issues. We’re sort of soul mates, we decided.

After our run and lunch, a group of us hiked the mountain across from The Artemis, affectionately named HUG Mountain.

We were told it was an easy hike, but um, I thought it was tough at times! The fact that I was wearing Converses probably didn’t help.

No matter how strenuous the hike may have been, getting to the top was worth every burning muscle. It was…there aren’t words. You can’t capture it in a photograph or a word.

Our group sat on the rocks and sang worship songs. It was an incredibly sweet moment.

Tonight, we were given Euros to go out for dinner. We walked until we found a pasta place. Spaghetti and pizza were ordered, carbs that tasted much different (and better) than American food.

Pastries were for dessert, and the rest of the evening was spent watching movies and playing card games.

I am amazed how the days seem to keep getting better. What experiences will tomorrow hold?

I am in love with Greece.

      

 

 

I amand Kavu rope bags are the way to go.