Waiting for a Bus

Our Free Day journey began by waiting for an orange bus; not yellow, not blue, but orange. It was the only way to get to the Temple of Poseidon and unfortunately, came only once every hour. Our group got to the bus station on demonstration day at ten to make sure we caught the 10:30 bus. Well, 10:30 turned into 10:40 and when 10:50 rolled around there was still no bus. Thankfully a bus of police officers were preparing for the demonstration inches away from our stop and called to make sure the buses were still running, and sure enough the bus picked us up at 11. Once we got on the bus, we played the question game; a game where the group answers thought-provoking questions in order to get to know each other better and become even closer than we are.Once we got off the bus, we ate our lunch. Where? The most beautiful spot in the whole world. My group actually didn't even end up going to visit the temple because we were captivated by our view of the massive ocean. After lunch was in our bellies, we decided to explore the rest of the rock. This was a very good decision. Not only was the view gorgeous, but it made our group closer. We worked as a team in order to get up and down the mountain and its an experience that we'll be able to share together. Once we made it back to the top, we had to wait for another bus, and this time, it got there instantaneously. We had to walk slowly in order for people to make it who were still running down the hill.

We got off the bus not much later and lounged on the beach. The group sat there quietly and watched the waves come drifting in, and once again, stopped to appreciate the natural beauty before us. Words cannot describe and cameras cannot capture how stunning the coast of Greece is; it is a life changing experience. Once everyone was done with their nap or journal entry, we found a local cafe, and after enjoying our coffee, went out to the bus stop. For a bus that comes once an hour it makes you nervous if you've been waiting for longer than that, but thankfully we had each others company and a sunset to keep us entertained until the orange bus finally came into view.
This blog post is not about the trip itself, but the memories and friends that have been made. In ten days, eighteen strangers have now become a trusting unit that shares memories together. I'm looking forward to even more memories on this trip and they will begin by waiting for a bus.