Wow! I cannot explain in words how much different Athens is compared to the States, but somehow, it has a familiarity to it. Athens reminds me of the places I grew up in: Albuquerque, NM, Phoenix, AZ, and the Jicarilla Apache Indian Reservation. These three places have poverty, a mixture of cultures, many generations of families, and landscape in common with Greece. I didn’t realize this until recently, but in a way, I feel like God prepared me my whole life for this moment in time. It’s really crazy to think that God knew this was going to happen, and He knows the plan even before I knew there was one to begin with. This experience, so far, has taught me that God is in control of everything, and He has a purpose for each one of His followers.
On a side note, I have learned that Greek people are almost always in shape, because it takes a lot of muscle, power, and motivation to walk everywhere you need to go, and it doesn’t help that our apartment is on the very top super steep hill… This just proves how really out of shape I am.
On another side note, the Greek food is SO delicious!!! Why wasn’t I born a Greek?!?!?
Until next time,