As I’m writing my blog post, I am sitting in an enormous cave on the island of Antiparos and looking at what is considered to be the oldest stalagmite in all of Europe. 45 million years of history stares back. During my time in Greece, I have experienced so much so quickly. A far cry from Indianapolis, motorcycles zoom down narrow stone streets and sidewalks while the smell of fresh meat and pastries hangs in the air. My time in Paros has been more humbling than I ever would have thought. Being in a country where your customs, language, and mannerisms are not the norm means that you have to make the effort to bridge that gap yourself, when all too often we have been on the other side looking outwards on those who immigrate to America without a real conception of the confusion. The people here are very kind and helpful, and it is easy to make friends as long as you remain respectful and responsible. From my hotel room balcony, I can look out over mountains and hillside homes; it is impossible to ignore the beauty of the Cyclades. Lush foliage and beautiful plants line storefronts, alleyways, and hills alike. Time moves slower here and the rush of cities like Indianapolis seems so distant. The Greeks are more appreciative of what they have and are always there to share their traditions and ideals with us. I think that this trip has given me a greater appreciation for the day to day work that I do and how it compares to the honest lives led here. “When in Rome…” immersion is key and and open mindedness is the doorway to be opened. I cannot wait to see what other opportunities await me on the islands and to learn as much as I can about every square inch of Paros.