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<description>&quot;These are the days we will remember. These are the times that won&apos;t come again. And you&apos;ve got to live them while you can.&quot; -These Are the Days, K&amp;hellip;</description>
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<p><a href="http://www.travbuddy.com/Monemvasia-travel-guide-473089">Monemvasia, Greece></a>, Oct 02, 2006</p>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">"These are the days we will remember. These are the times that won't come again. And you've got to live them while you can." </span>-These Are the Days, Keith Urban<br><br>There isn't much better than driving through gorgeous Greek country scenery with these lyrics by Keith Urban pumping into my head. Anytime before leaving that I told someone I was spending 3 months in Greece they told me how lucky I was and what an incredible oppurtunity it was. And lets be completely honest, when will I <span style="font-style: italic;">ever</span> get another chance like this? Next to never. Maybe a few weeks here and there internationally, but living and becoming part of the culture and lifestyle? These truly are the days I will remember.<br><br>Today we hiked up this mountain island thing with a medieval town and castle on it in Monemvasia. I have never seen anything like it. The pictures we took were amazing but they can never capture everything we saw. When we reached the very top with the castle I sat on a wall by the edge while the rest of us climbed the castle wall pieces because my knee was a little sore. I looked out at the water and the mountains and was just in awe. I talked with God up on a mountain...kind of like a Moses-moment. I don't think I would say I prayed because it was nothing formal, although prayer doesn't have to be formal. But just kind of let my heart out a little. Not a lot, and not enough.l..but its a start. My time here in Greece isn't just an educational and cultural experience...its a healing process. I guess that leaves me in Greece with an open heart and an open mind. My only regret of today? Not praying when I stood in the ruins of Corinth in the footsteps of Apostle Paul.<br>

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