Nowadays, in America, we have lost the authenticity of European cafés as they existed in the the 19th and 20th centuries. I long for the ability to walk into a café, and in doing so, enter a reality of salon culture that’s been dead for over 60 years.
The relation between what we see and what we know is never settled. Each evening we see the sun set. We know that the earth is turning away from it. Yet the knowledge, the explanation, never quite fits the sight.
I’ve been really dragging my feet on writing this post because it’s meant reliving not only the amazing experiences I’ve had since landing here in Athens, but also the parts of it that have been very emotionally and mentally challenging.
There is one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve: the fear of failure.
