We'll be performing pieces for the rest of our program, students from the other art school on Paros, and any locals who are interested in attending. Poetry. Prose. Monologues. There's something for everyone. I'll be reading three short stories that I've written--chronological snippits of my character's transformation through out her story.
I'm excited. Nervous. Anxious. Sad. Nostalgic. This Reading marks the end of our time together. Of our classes. Relationships with teachers and fellow students.
It's all very surreal.
That we've been here for so long. That we're through with the semester. That we're going to be saying goodbye very shortly. As the first group of people depart this Sunday, the end will begin to sink. While we're all more than ready to start the next steps of our lives, there are parts in all of us that want to hold onto Greece for as long as we can. This culture. These beautiful people. The love and passion and hard-living that we've seen here...it's unmatchable.
Abandoned church in Paroikia
Sitting at the abandoned church watching the ferry leave the Port of Paros
Frankish castle in Paroikia
I won't say goodbye to Paros yet, but I'm slowly preparing myself for departure. Which, by the way, is in eight days.
Until then,
Kalinichta (Goodnight)
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