Greece - Winds

​The first morning in Greece was cloudy and cold. It didn't seem like a good sign. Luckily, I had arrived a day early so there was still hope that the sun would make it's way out. I sat on the hammock outside of my little cottage and face-timed my roommate who was watching my dog. The weather was far from what I expected which was a bummer, but all the same, I was under the Grecian sky and I couldn't help but be immensely happy.

That morning I went to breakfast and made friends with a funny pair of friends. The guy was a gay hairstylist from New York and the woman was a married mom with her own studio from London. They kept me laughing my entire trip, but moreover, they taught me so much about what it meant to love myself and find value within myself. But for the moment, they were just fun company.

The group of us that had arrived a day earlier decided to take the liberty to explore the city. We took a cab to the city and began to explore the streets on the cliffs of Santorini. It was beautiful but soon enough, the weather overpowered us. The winds ranged through the Santorini streets leaving us tourists floundering in the wind trying to survive and fight our way through the city. It was cold and start to rain. I was freezing (and I'm never fully happy when I'm cold) but at the same time, I couldn't help but laugh like crazy. 

I was in  one of the most beautiful places in the world getting tossed about by the wind trying not to freeze with two other very expressive foreigners. As cold as I was, I couldn't be happier. I was free and at the beginning of my great adventure to find peace within myself. No doubt it would be a little turbulent along the way, but I was excited to see what I would come to discover.

And, sure enough, the next day when it was time to start training, the rain clouds began to disappear.

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