It had to happen eventually. Originally, I figured that I had served my sickness dues before I left for Greece when I caught laryngitis for three weeks. Unfortunately though, I have finally gotten sick with a mysterious illness that kept me from leaving our hotel on Paros and sent me back to Athens the day after we got to Paros. Thankfully, it’s not the same thing that the rest of the class had though so I have hopes that I’ll definitely be over it by tomorrow at the latest.
As you can see, I haven’t been blogging much the past few weeks. The truth is that I really don’t want to blog about anything these days because it would be all about my last few weeks of fun and I’d rather not thinking about leaving Greece at all. Despite the moments of trouble and frustration that I’ve had, this trip has been great for me.
I am more than ecstatic to get home and see my family, especially my new little niece who I’ve only seen through pictures. But I think the worst problem I’m going to encounter is that I won’t get the chance to meet anymore awesome random people. Is that weird? That I’m going to miss the strangers that I’ve been living with for two months? That and having a closet. I haven’t seen a closet or taken my clothes out of my backpacking bag for the last two months so the whole hanging up your clothes and not living out of a suitcase thing is going to blow my mind for a bit. Those two things are probably a little on the weird side.
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