It’s been my experience in Athens that dreams are like dominos. One leads to the next. My big dream was to come here and learn Greek. It wasn’t long after I got here that other dreams started coming true too. Maybe one unlocks the door and allows the rest space to enter. I can’t help but think that’s true lately… I walked around the Plaka one afternoon and I realized how good I felt in my body after a challenging week one (Stuck In A Moment). I was hitting my stride so I aske

Athens has taught me a lot about myself, my body, and my disability. It also challenged each from day one. Eventually things eased and I found my body confidence growing while my reliance on my cane diminished. Some things truly do just need time to work themselves out or in the case of me and my body, time to acclimate. Which is why it was all the more disorienting when I found myself using my cane again in Vouliagmeni. This trip is about Athens, period. I’ve been to the isl

At the end of week three I extended my stay two more weeks. Which made my former last week feel like a fresh start. I was beginning again from a place of knowing. I knew where to go for whatever I needed in the neighborhood. I knew the bus stops before they were called out. I knew the sidewalks of my regular routes, where to watch out, where to walk in the street. I wanted more time with this feeling of familiarity. I should have foreseen this feeling. On Remote Year we spen