For two weeks, nineteen of my peers, three teachers and I submerged ourselves in a culture most of us had only read about or seen on television. We visited many fascinating museums and even more historical sights with breathtaking views. The most memorable and impactful, however, was the ancient fort of Mystras built upon Mount Taygetos. After a long, exhausting, but exhilarating hike to the top, we gathered to catch our breath. During this time, many comments were made from both the students and teachers. There were those who complained about how dumb they thought this hike was and how bored they were, but some of the others could barely speak a word as a result of astonishment from the view. Some commented on how boring all of this empty land was compared to their accustomed suburbs and cities and others commented on the beauty of Greece’s agriculture. As for me, this is when I realized I could do either. I could find a place to sit in agony over the pain the climb has brought to the souls of my feet, or I could stand still, close my eyes, and pretend for a moment I was in the time of prosperity for this ancient Byzantine city. I could listen to the footsteps around me as they had tread along the gravel path ways, imagining that the sandals the ancient Romans would have been wearing held responsibility instead. I could stop and feel the same breeze they would have felt, recognizing these ruins I stood amongst were not
For two weeks, nineteen of my peers, three teachers and I submerged ourselves in a culture most of us had only read about or seen on television. We visited many fascinating museums and even more historical sights with breathtaking views. The most memorable and impactful, however, was the ancient fort of Mystras built upon Mount Taygetos. After a long, exhausting, but exhilarating hike to the top, we gathered to catch our breath. During this time, many comments were made from both the students and teachers. There were those who complained about how dumb they thought this hike was and how bored they were, but some of the others could barely speak a word as a result of astonishment from the view. Some commented on how boring all of this empty land was compared to their accustomed suburbs and cities and others commented on the beauty of Greece’s agriculture. As for me, this is when I realized I could do either. I could find a place to sit in agony over the pain the climb has brought to the souls of my feet, or I could stand still, close my eyes, and pretend for a moment I was in the time of prosperity for this ancient Byzantine city. I could listen to the footsteps around me as they had tread along the gravel path ways, imagining that the sandals the ancient Romans would have been wearing held responsibility instead. I could stop and feel the same breeze they would have felt, recognizing these ruins I stood amongst were not