I am not really going to write about Greece; I have no reason for this, but I just can't. I guess the trip was too meaningful for me that I can't express anything.
I can honestly say that Greece saved me from myself, I sought Delphi to retrieve my identity while standing before the sanctuary of Apollo, and although Apollo did hint to it, it was Ancient Thira in Santorini that truly gave me back my soul and spirit. To most, ancient Thira is just the top of a mountain on which some ruins exist, but to me it's the best thing that ever happened to me and I will always return to it. It wasn't easy going up there especially that we walked instead of taking a car, but all this work paid off (at least for me).
view from Ancient thira