On our last night, we ditched the sports bras, dusted off the glad rags and treated ourselves to a farewell meal in the old town. It was the perfect ending to the trip - even the part where we ended up in the nightclub, Toy Room. It was so nice to spend the trip surrounded by such lovely people and leave with new friends.
I'm not going to claim we're out of the woods yet; there's a long way to go till the fruits of independence are laid bare. For starters, we're certainly not going to be spending that phantom £350million anytime soon (if it even proves to exist). But seeing people write off a historic opportunity on the basis of one day's events is absolutely crackers.
The only thing certain about the refugee crisis in Idomeni, Greece is you never know what is going to happen next. Idomeni was the first official land border crossing for Afghani, Iraqi and Syrian refugees traveling from the Greek islands to Northern Europe. And after two months of working in Idomeni everyday (bar one) I thought I understood the situation. Nothing however prepared me for the crisis that unfolded next.
I have been here before. It was half my lifetime ago, but I remember sitting in these very same chairs when I was 15-years-old, waiting to buy tickets for the ferry to spend a vacation on the Greek islands with my friends. Now, hundreds of people are waiting in the departure hall at gate E1 in Piraeus port. They have been waiting for weeks, for months, not to go on a holiday, but to find a safe place for themselves and their children.
I feel at home the most in Greece. The atmosphere of every dayness inspires me to feel lighter and more sensual, to be open to magic. I see abundance every day when I look to beautiful nature. Often I encounter situations which open my heart and invite me to dream. Many people express "this magic" in many different ways, but for me it is this.