Ernest Hemingway wrote that when springtime came to Paris, there were no problems except where to be happiest. This same sentiment greets me every morning I wake up in Greece. Since happiness is a given, the only decision lies in where to bask in its warming glow.
Happiness, I’ve learned, is a gift bestowed by the gods. And the gods, as we all know, are fickle, emotional—at times dyspeptic—creatures. Nothing can be gained from questioning their intentions and aims; best to just revel in their good favor while it lasts.
I’ve also learned how self-imposed restrictions can impede on one’s happiness. Like traveling with a laptop, for example. It makes me unhappy to travel with electronic accoutrements that require charging and cooling and handling–with–care, so I’m ditching the laptop, which means I won’t be able to provide live, reality-show posts from my trips in Greece. No one ever asked me to, but for reasons unknown, I convinced myself that blogging and sharing had to be real–time or not at all.
So I’m going old-school: pen, notebook, impressions, experiences. After the fact, but hopefully still relevant. It makes me happy to share and post my trips to Greece, like a new love I can’t stop talking on about.
This is my roundabout way of saying: more posts to come.
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