It is tough for me to put into words, or to even think about how to put into words what this FSP has meant to me. Maybe I don’t even know nearly how much it might actually mean to me down the line, but even now, on the last day, I look back on the past 3 months with a sense of complete wonder and awe. Part of it is that I could never believe, at any point on the trip, that I really was where I was, and doing what I was doing. 2 years ago I would have laughed in your face if you would have told me where I would be sophomore spring…I would have told you that in a million years I would never be going on any sort of Classics expedition…never. Yet here I was, hiking over mountains in Crete, scampering around ancient temples in misty tents under the pouring rain thousands of miles from the only world I’ve ever known. I loved it. I have loved every minute of it. The feeling that you would rather not be in any other place in the world besides the one you are in is a powerful one. I have had this feeling many times in the past 3 months, probably more than I have felt it in the past 20 years of my life. For this I am most thankful.
There were many things about the past 3 months that made them so awesome. The amazing group of people that I traveled with, for one. It could have been miserable, but this group just meshed, and I doubt whether I’ll have the chance to get to know a big group of people so intimately like this again. The sites…the sights…unforgettable. The hiking…I don’t know if I’ve ever had so much fun. I am not sure if there is anything I like more than constantly being on the move and seeing beautiful things, and the past 3 months have not been lacking in those things to say the least. There are a few moments that immediately stand out, like jet skiing for the first time, or letting a flock of goats out on the last day to then team up to herd them back in. Or skipping rocks in the deserted cove at Kommos with J (same for Aegosthina), or participating in my first vigilante dance pranks on the empty streets of Samos at 2 in the morning.
It will be tough for me to get back to normal life, and school, in only a couple of weeks, The idea of a classroom with desks and a blackboard legitimately scares me right now… I’ve become far too used to the classroom that is the Greek countryside, mountains, plains, caves. I have tried to soak in every bit of this experience as I could, and I am just thankful that the random forces of the universe have led me to this spot. It was unforgettable, and something that I know will never be matched in any way.