We had just one last dinner to enjoy before returning home. Like the previous night I won’t be able to properly express how special it was.

We were graciously invited to George and Margaret Stathopoulos’ house in Athens. George and John’s father met in college and have remained friends since then. John knew George from growing up but not well. But that didn’t matter. We were again welcomed with open arms – even me who didn’t know them at all.

We arrived to their flat and immediately sat down at a table on their patio with a stunning view of the Olympic stadium lit up in the distance. We were offered wine and from that point it was on! We seemed to immediately click with this lovely and gracious couple and we found ourselves with so much to talk about. So many family stories and talks of travel and books and the seriously amazing life George has had! George is an attorney by trade but stopped practicing about 10 years ago. Now he fulfills his passion by promoting Greek artists across the globe. His stories include meeting celebrities and writing a book. Just incredible! We got to hear a lot about George’s life and even got a sneak peak at the book he just finished working on. I’m really hoping he’ll send us a copy as it won’t be for sale.

Over a homemade meal of Greek meatballs and salads and spinach pie we learned about their history and their family and their dreams. And we got a tour of the very impressive artwork displayed in their home. They even offered to host us again in their home in Athens or in one of their homes on the island – Kea.

I have found the last two nights with family and friends to be transformative. And that is, after all, why we travel right? To meet people and share experiences and create memories. I again felt so much gratitude for the opportunities given to me and for the people I’ve been so fortunate to meet.

I have a favorite quote that is very applicable to this last post of the trip to Greece. “We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.” The quote is by Anais Nin and sums up my feeling as I return home.