I went to Crete, Greece for three days to attend Betty’s food photography workshop. So I spent a long-ass day traveling on trains and buses and airplanes and taxis all the way to Milia Mountain Retreat. I was exhausted and haggard AF, but so thankful to be there. I was immediately ushered into a room filled with food and wine and bloggers who welcomed me with open arms. And wow, that was just what I needed.
For the next two days I took photographs as Greek men made us bread and filo dough. I adventured to bee farms, and ate the purest honey my mouth had ever tasted. I ate five course dinners every night. I saw the pink sand beaches of Crete. And I learned. Oh god, I learned.
I learned more about the technical side of photography. (You see, I’m fully self-taught, so there are still some holes in my knowledge.) And I worked with Betty to help refine my editing style. I don’t know if some of you remember my meltdown on Instagram Stories a few months ago, but I was having a hard time deciding if I should change my editing style to something more gritty. But I decided to stay bright, however I am still working to refine my specific voice. So I’m excited with the knowledge I acquired, and I can’t wait to put it into action. (I think you’ll like the results.)
I met some amazingly kind people too. People from all over the world – Finland, Switzerland, Athens, Brooklyn, and beyond. It was a melting pot of minds and creativity. I was loopy and exhausted most of the weekend, but it didn’t matter. Because when creativity is the center point of my life I feel alive. I feel so incredibly human in moments like these.
After Crete I only had a week and a half left in Europe and it all went by in a blur. I lived the last remaining time I had as a human, not a blogger. So I didn’t take out my camera as much. I spent more money on some fancy dinners. I watched Shilo play her last few shows, and cheered her on from the back of the room. I met new people. Made new friends. And tried to really LIVE. So I don’t have any more photos from the end of my adventure.
What I can tell you about the end of my time in Europe is that I became incredibly thankful. Thankful for the world I have created back in the states. Thankful for my family. Thankful that I soon wouldn’t have to carry around a suitcase and backpack all the time. And thankful for this epic adventure I had. I got to travel around with my best friend as she lived out one of her life-long dreams – playing music all over Europe – and that’s pretty great. I got to travel-away my heartbreak and stuff my eyes with wonder. And now I get to return with a head full of new ideas and inspiration. That’s pretty great. Life is pretty freaking cool.