Sometimes I fancy myself a fearless, independent person. Occasionally to my own detriment, like when someone gives me good, well thought through advice, and I purposely ignore it because I'm going to do my own thing. Damn it.
All that aside, I did NOT feel fearless or independent when I woke up this morning at 5:00am and walked to the metro station, pack-horsed down with a backpack and a ticket to Greece. In fact, I felt rather terrified and stupid, thought about not going, wanted to chicken out, wondered what would happen if I missed my flight, and who would judge me, if I was doing something stupid, if i was going to absolutely regret this, and how much easier it would be to stay in Copenhagen.
But I did it. I got on the plane, even though I found myself rather small and clueless feeling. And as soon as I landed, all of that went away. Well, I still felt clueless....I mean....it's all Greek to me here. Har har har...see what I did there? No but seriously, reading street signs here reminds me of statistics class. Meta Omega Alpha Pi. Even so, I'm back to being fearless....ok, not too fearless, I'm actually kind of a paranoid freak when I'm by myself -- I'm that white girl walking alone clutching her purse to her and useing hand-sanitizer after I touch anything.
Greece, Athens, is beautiful. It's also really really slipper when it rains. Yeah, I left Copenhagen for some sunshine, only to come into rain, go figure.
