The summer is escaping faster than I could have imagined, so before it slips away completely I commented on a few of my better photos from Greece. For more photos please visit my Flickr or my VSCO page.
My home away from home, the little apartment on the second floor of a building overlooking the side streets of Athens, residing at the gateway of the longest tourist street I have ever encountered. Athens awoke every morning around six, or at least that time from what I observed during my early morning study hours. Men and women wandered out of buildings to the subway and employees at these cafes above began to set up the patios before the morning rush. Walking through these streets brought the sound of church bells, the smell of brewing coffee, and the necessity to dodge careless pigeons. The pavement on the ground and the slight architectural similarities first convinced me I had returned to Argentina — where the tiles nearly never match and the buildings are bold in their own unique way.
Believe it or not, after 88 days of my 90 day visa, we finally made it up to the Acropolis — talk about cutting it close. The view was incredible, especially of the other hills that surrounded the city which I had already climbed. This one, however, held beautiful and sleek ruins of Athens’ glory days. To imagine this location as a functioning aspect of the city is surreal, incredible, extraordinary. Today it resides as a tourist location, heavily guarded by roped off fences. The Greek flag stands tall on one side, which I had previously viewed from below, although the view had been slightly hindered by tourist-silhouettes and their floppy hats.
I had first visited this theatre with Paul one evening after an exhaustingly long study period, and the view was not from above, but rather the other side of the gates seen above. The architectural achievement of this structure is still incredible, especially thinking about the tools used to build it. It all seems to blend, though, into the sea of off-white buildings behind it.
I couldn’t speak of my experience in Greece without mentioning the clear blue sea that surrounded the country. It is beautiful, and even better once swimming in it. This picture was taken along a road trip through the Peloponnese, where we ventured through Sparta, Monemvasia, and here, the Southern-most-point of Europe.
And, of course, I cannot forget to add the incredible graduating class of 2015. Looking up at this stage reminded me of memories marked back to 2012, Argentina, and the beginning of this whole journey. I am very excited for all of them and wherever their paths bring them — congratulations!
Despite the travel and explorations, a lot of my time is spent studying and preparing for the daunting IB examinations. The above photo was captured on a Sunday morning when I was studying Anthropology with my favorite coffee from Spezie.
One of the last evenings in Greece and one of the best ways to spend it. A hill, a couple of Green Colas, and funky Greek folk music playing in the background. We were lucky enough to catch the last bit of the sunset and see the city begin to light up before chilling beneath the setting sun and heading back through the lit up streets. Just one of the many fun and relaxing nights in Greece.
Beach days with TGS are familiar and still one of my favorite things. Some sing, some swim, some bruise their wrists in vicious games of beach volleyball. But all will run in your shot if you pull out a polaroid camera and say “Group photo!” I am very much so looking forward to one more year of TGS beach days.
Room 3, so close to my own room but oh so different. Home to three of my friends and where we cooked our odd pesto pasta and listened to very strange German-rap music. Not many words can explain our adventures through Athens, but I know more adventures are to come with these guys.
My roommates: fun, crazy, and always ready for a good time. This photo might seem strange, but for those who know the struggles of expensive laundry machines, no time to do laundry, and the feeling jeans get when they really need to be washed — maybe you will understand. Surprisingly we didn’t lose any clothing off the side of the balcony, or at least as far as we know.
And last but not least, a photo with me and a few of the best friends a girl could ask for. You all are incredible people and I am so very much looking forward to continuing our strange explorations and hilarious days in the dorms. Thanks for being you guys, and see you in the UK.