One of the greatest adventures we had was travelling across the Aegean Sea to the Santorini Volcano. We were in Oia so we had to take a huge tour bus up the hills of Santorini to Thera. When we finally got to the city, we were at the top of a very tall hill. We had to make it down to the bottom where the water was. So we walked up and down cobble stone streets that wound around hills. We kept getting lost in the city trying to find our way down to the water where the ship was waiting for us. At one point, we had to share the road with a herd of horse as they passed by us on a street on the cliff.
But at long last, we finally walked through a tunnel and came out on the other side where something like a pirate looking ship was waiting for us. The adventurer in me was overwhelmed with excitement. I started at the back of the ship but slow made my way to the front so I could sit at the bow and let the ocean mist spray my face. The sun was shining bright and strong and the cool ocean winds were refreshing. We traveled further and further from the city. When I looked back, I could believe that I was coming from that place. It was so stunning and everything looked so much like all the postcards and pictures of Greece. I had just been walking those streets. I was living on that island. I was here.
When we got to Tholos Naftilos, we began to head up the volcano. The pole camp teachers (who were world champions) took off in an instant determined to make it to the crater of the volcano. Meanwhile, my friends and I made it to Point B...there were several or more points left to go. There we stopped and decided to head back to the ship. We liked to climb with are arms...not so much with our legs.
The ship took us to another location where we could swim. I, myself, am not much of a swimmer. As much as I wanted to jump in the water, I figured there be more chance of me drowning than having a good time. Unfortunately, it's just not my element. So instead, I sat at the bow of the ship and took in the sun. My heart had reached perfect and full contentment. I was here and I was alive. Nothing else mattered. No one else mattered. I had overcome and unlocked to the door to my freedom and my peace. For the first time, I could feel the stitches mold my heart back together, healing me, and making a whole and complete person again. My heart was full.