The last three years we have been roaming around Greece looking (unknowingly) for a more idealistic life. We gave up our 5-9 jobs and started travelling to various hidden Greek sites. During these pilgrimages, we recognized how externally-dependent our happiness was.
Back in November, 2016 we were driving from Athens to the woods, while listening to an interview with Barack Obama during his trip to Greece. Then it all came to a head. We can’t do this episode justice in a few lines, but our biggest takeaway was the former US President talking about two states of being - beautiful ones and suffering ones - and it's up to us to choose which state we live in right now. We've all probably heard something like this a thousand times and it is true. These words blatantly found us travelling to the final frontier of North Greece – Prespes (Greek: Πρέσπες), the westernmost fringe of the Macedonian empire of Alexander the Great. Home of Eurasian wolves, brown bears and elephant beans; an uncharted territory with stagnant - sometimes murky- waters. As our very own internal exploration till we fulfill our state of being.
Prespes are laid in the heart of the Balkans at the Northwest corner of Greece, but for the Greeks, the very word "Prespes" has a meaning far beyond a geographical location. Endless exiles, unsalted lakes, bitter winter, take your pick. The whole region reminds you of the seductive tranquility of Mount Athos, commonly known as the "Holy Mountain" in our homeland. Every aspect of this state continuously exercises its faith in the simplicity of everyday life.
However, if you are getting ready for another hobo trip, you are mistaken. Prespian people and animals, history and architecture, mountains and lakes have come to other agreements. In a landscape of preposterous beauty, you are forced to learn further about yourself and to change variously.