I believe that traveling has always been both a passion and a desire within my heart. It probably surfaced when I went on a family trip back in 2014. I was blessed enough to be able to see three astonishing, incredible and marvelous capitals of Europe: Budapest, Vienna and Prague. It is quite indescribable, the feeling of walking those streets, which have centuries of history and beauty. For the first time, I genuinely saw the importance of traveling, and, most of all, the privilege of learning the vast culture and background of these countries. I couldn’t thank my parents enough for working so hard to give me and my brother a chance to see a part of Europe that not everyone has the means to explore.
For the next few years, because my teenage self wanted bit of independence, I decided to stay home while my parents went on trips. It was a decision that, though kept me from seeing more of this beautiful continent, I do not regret. My theory in life is that you should NEVER regret anything. It’s not that I was ungrateful, because I really was, but I wanted so desperately to have a bit of independence.
But moving on from that, at the beginning of this year, as I sat one night buried deep into my world of thoughts (a ritual formed throughout the last couple of years), I pulled out my notebook I got as a gift the previous year. For a couple of minutes I looked at it, the inscription printed on it shining from the moonlight. It said “enjoy the little things”. It was a concept, which I admit with shame, that I sometimes take for granted to this day. I decided right then and there to write some goals I wanted to achieve this year. And one of them was traveling.
My parents really wanted to see Greece again, and they frequently asked my brother and I to join them on this particular trip. Now, one thing you need to know about me is that I am not a seaside kind of girl. I never enjoyed going to the beach as much as sightseeing/ exploring new places. Still, I decided to go because I didn’t want to pass another opportunity that some may not have, and also because I wanted to spend some quality time with my family. My dad knew how much I loved visiting places, so when he booked this trip, he made sure we would get to see to explore some bits of this beautiful country as well.
First stop was in the enchanting island, Lefkada, which is situated quite close to the continent, and has Italian influences. This was my third time in Greece, and I have to say that no matter how many times I go, I am always captivated by the culture, the kindness of the people, and the sights. We got to visit the capital of the island, Lefkas, which had probably one of the the most beautiful Greek architecture I have ever seen. The streets screamed authenticity, beauty, culture and history. I had to stop for a moment, take in everything I was blessed enough to see. Dad and I probably took pictures of every little thing/detail we saw. That’s how fascinated we were. No matter how many times we visit Greece, it never fails to captivate our minds and souls.
If I was enchanted by the first stop, the second one was far more superior in my eyes. It is the kind of sight not a lot of people have the chance to see every day. It is a holy place, which, in my mom’s own words, is undoubtedly ethereal. Maybe that’s why it took me a month to write this, because no matter how hard I try, I cannot do Meteora justice with my words. We got to visit 5 incredible churches while we were there as well, and see where monks used to live. I cannot express enough the peace I felt while I was watching this view, this gift from nature, trying to memorize every inch and every detail. I really hope that these pictures will suffice my lack of words, because I find myself speechless even in writing. Lefkada and Meteora will forever have a piece of my heart.
Until the next adventure X