Schipol Airport, another stop on the road home. We left bright and early at 4am for the airport. At dinner a few hours earlier, I had decided that I could not go out with the rest of the group because I felt too ill. I had been really looking forward to a last night out under the Parthenon, but I do not have any regrets. I had the most restful sleep I have had over the past month, sleeping a solid two hours. Walking through Schipol I kept commenting to people in the few Greek phrases I knew as an instinct, even though hardly anyone here speaks Greek. I have been wondering how this trip as affected me, which is a hard question to answer while still abroad or without external reflection from friends and family. Even though I was sick roughly half of the trip, I really only had to miss going out last night. I feel lucky for this because I am a strong believer in experiential learning, something that we have talked about a great deal this class. Wisdom is gained from what you do and I did absolutely everything that was offered, even if it was the local delicacy of brain, liver and spleen. I have learned that the more I try, accept, and attempt to comprehend the more I can strive to find experiential wisdom. Taking risks and learning from mishaps is the only way to do this, and one can only hope to be more successful at this than the Trojans.
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