Since being back, I’ve been lucky enough to see Meghan and Leslie in Wildwood for the world’s largest Ultimate beach tournament, where we lost every single game in style. I even got to see Leslie at home in North Carolina on my way back from a road trip of the southeast US. I felt like I was back in Nicosia’s old city – academic papers strewn over her coffee table just like on Megalou Alexandrou, drinking coffee and watching dance videos on her laptop in the middle of story-sharing. (Damn, Michael Jackson could dance.)
Ismini finally came back to the US, and invited me to come visit her for her church’s Greek festival. Not one to turn down an invitation to pretend I speak Greek again, I was soon stuffing myself with tiropita and frappé in New Jersey. I even stayed an extra day to go to a hookah bar in Philly with a bunch of her friends and witness some incredible dabke dancing from some of the other patrons. She and Ali and I are planning a reunion in Brooklyn to commemorate our one year anniversary of our Barcelona vacation.
It’s been an adjustment for all of us to say the least. I think finally talking to everyone was the necessary catharsis that has allowed me to bring this blog to a close. (FYI! Cathartic actually comes from the Greek καθαίρω! I’m one of those now.) I’ve been avoiding it half because I didn’t want it to end and half because I wasn’t sure how to do it. Regardless, the name of the link isn’t just A is For Adventure – technically, it’s A is For Adventure in Cyprus.
Soon I’ll be starting on my next adventure but I don’t want to ruin the surprise by telling you all what it is just yet. That’s for another day, and maybe another blog.
Someone recently asked me what my favorite quote was. Che Guevara said it, but truth be told I first saw it on the cover of The Motorcycle Diaries. Don’t read too much into that. Though my freshman year roommate may argue differently due to the alarming number of vintage USSR posters I hung up on my side of the room because I thought they went nicely with my red comforter, I am not actually a communist, nor a “Che” t-shirt wearer. I simply think it is something everyone should hear:
Let the world change you, and you can change the world.
And that’s it. Thanks for reading, everyone. It means the world to me.