Things are changing, and finally this blog will once again document my wonderings and peregrinations. No more laboring beneath fluorescent lights in a cube shaped office, no more riding the 2 train through the dark underground throats of the metro, swaying and half asleep, packed in with strangers who stare glassily at books or each other or nothing at all. I’m going to catch a plane on the 22nd of July and fly to Greece, to Athens, to the cradle of that magnificent civilization that has captivated learned people throughout history. Home to Zeus high and thundering on his mountain top, to swift footed Atalanta, the mighty Herakles, the Minotaur and Socrates! Scholars, poets, sculptors, legislators, generals, heroes and more, I’m going to tread on the earth that they once trod, right in the middle of Grecian summer, to bronze and work and labor at an archeology site on the island of Mitrou.
You can see it here in these photographs, tiny and innocuous, covered in a few orderly rows of trees, barren looking and dry. But it’s been the site of continuous civilization since the Bronze Age, and each summer students and professors descend upon it to dig down a little deeper, unearth a little more ancient history, attempt to divine what life was like so many centuries ago.
We’ll be staying at the village of Tragana on the mainland, which you can see here. It’s a tiny village, perhaps thirty small white buildings surrounded by fields and cupped by the surrounding mountains. We’ll awaken at 7am to wade across and work on the island, and then return each afternoon at 2pm when the tide goes back out, leaving us the afternoon to eat, nap, explore, drink and dance.

Greece! We’ll explore as much as we can after we’re done working on the site towards the end of August. And then after I shall return to Miami for a few weeks by way of New York, only to fly out to Shanghai in mid-September. Time to shrug on my backpack, put on my hiking boots, and become transient once more.