Three months in Greece; disposable mistakes...

I walked from Miami to Burleigh beach and talked about this today.

I worked in Crete during the European summer of 2017.

Everything about it was interesting for me; 

from the humans, 

to the adventures,

to the culture and the sea and 

my place within it all. 

I was reminded of just how much time I need on my own. 

Almost everyday after work, I would come here and float in the sea...
[I got in trouble once by of the locals for calling it the ocean.] 

I would dive down as deep as I could in one breath.

It was different everyday; and all along i knew it was unlike anything else and unlike anything I'll experience again.

The relationships were hard.

Their hobbies seemed to be sex and alcohol. They didn't understand I needed time away. It had nothing to do with them and everything to do with regaining my energy.

As much as I love people- and I do; they drain me.

*** S A N T O R I N I ***

I knew that gratitude was the key to getting through that season well; the rough dynamics, the strange isolation contrasted with the beauty of everything my eyes could take in.

There was a lot to be thankful for, so I tried to hold all that tightly in front of me.

The farther away I get from the experience, the better it becomes in my mind. It's a strange thing but I like that. 

Humans were made for learning... 

and for other things too, I guess. 

When I was 8 I nearly drowned in the ocean.
I was never afraid, I've only ever loved it.

Greece was everything all at once.