The month of January is quickly coming to a close. Tomorrow I will be leaving Athens, not forever, but for a while. I look back on the month with a smile on my face. Almost every day includes a memorable event. When I am an old grandma, knitting my grandchildren mittens, I will tell them the story of my fondest Greek memory. It all started when my professor told us he had a surprise in store. We were on the island of Rhodes. As a class, we walked to the Acropolis not knowing what we were in for. Walking towards the tall columns, Finitsis tells us that we will be holding our own Olympic games in the stadium. People lined up to stretch and remove their bulky jackets to partake in a sprint. The others flashed photogr
aphs as they raced by. After the triumph of the athletic games, we turned to singing. Professor Finitsis then takes the lead and starts to teach us the traditional Greek dance that I like to title “Opa!” At this very moment, I felt united with all the others on the journey. We linked arms and circled, tripping over feet and the uneven cobblestone. Turning in circles and wave like patterns, I remi
nisced on how close the group has become in such a short time. The eighteen of us all have such unique personalities and we contribute differently to the cohesive bond that was formed. I not only felt like I have created friendships that will last a life time, but while spinning with my friends, I realized that I will be leaving a piece of my heart in Greece. The time I have spent here has taught me about who I am as an American in a foreign country and how I should uphold my values and beliefs while immersed in another culture. We danced, and laughed and I felt ever so Greek as we finished the traditional dance. Across the road, we looked out to a beautiful view of the water. We were up so high that the boats looked like battery-operated, toy boats floating off into the distance. I perched on a rock and watched as the sun started to slowly creep down. The pinkish-orange color had even more contrast compared to the blue sea water. Watching the sun, I thought of the power of God. The earth is bigger and more gorgeous than I can fathom. I can’t try to understand the strength of God and how he created this wond
erful world. It was one of only a few moments of silence I had in this month, but I felt like the world was flashing in front of me. During my time here, I have thought about the importance of God in my life. I am blessed for this opportunity and will forever look back and remember the best month I spent in Greece.
The month of January is quickly coming to a close. Tomorrow I will be leaving Athens, not forever, but for a while. I look back on the month with a smile on my face. Almost every day includes a memorable event. When I am an old grandma, knitting my grandchildren mittens, I will tell them the story of my fondest Greek memory. It all started when my professor told us he had a surprise in store. We were on the island of Rhodes. As a class, we walked to the Acropolis not knowing what we were in for. Walking towards the tall columns, Finitsis tells us that we will be holding our own Olympic games in the stadium. People lined up to stretch and remove their bulky jackets to partake in a sprint. The others flashed photogr
aphs as they raced by. After the triumph of the athletic games, we turned to singing. Professor Finitsis then takes the lead and starts to teach us the traditional Greek dance that I like to title “Opa!” At this very moment, I felt united with all the others on the journey. We linked arms and circled, tripping over feet and the uneven cobblestone. Turning in circles and wave like patterns, I remi
nisced on how close the group has become in such a short time. The eighteen of us all have such unique personalities and we contribute differently to the cohesive bond that was formed. I not only felt like I have created friendships that will last a life time, but while spinning with my friends, I realized that I will be leaving a piece of my heart in Greece. The time I have spent here has taught me about who I am as an American in a foreign country and how I should uphold my values and beliefs while immersed in another culture. We danced, and laughed and I felt ever so Greek as we finished the traditional dance. Across the road, we looked out to a beautiful view of the water. We were up so high that the boats looked like battery-operated, toy boats floating off into the distance. I perched on a rock and watched as the sun started to slowly creep down. The pinkish-orange color had even more contrast compared to the blue sea water. Watching the sun, I thought of the power of God. The earth is bigger and more gorgeous than I can fathom. I can’t try to understand the strength of God and how he created this wond
erful world. It was one of only a few moments of silence I had in this month, but I felt like the world was flashing in front of me. During my time here, I have thought about the importance of God in my life. I am blessed for this opportunity and will forever look back and remember the best month I spent in Greece. 
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