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

In one of my early blogs from Athens I used the hashtag #DisabledFemaleSoloTravel for the first time and noticed it had less than 100 posts. I remember thinking, “Wow that's not a lot,” and moving on. It wasn’t until I climbed the Acropolis recently that I felt how rare that combination of four words really is. Sometime during week three I noticed I was using my cane less and traveling familiar routes without it which felt really empowering. By week four I had adopted the loc