Girevik Abroad

Athens, Greece (the view from my room)
This morning was like a scene out of Elizabeth Gilbert’s first novel—all the right ingredients for a perfect departure: no traffic on the Bay Bridge, printed boarding passes, and my son reaching out for mama’s big hug at curbside drop-off. I was hoping he would say goodbye to me like that, but I still couldn’t control the tears as I buckled him into his carseat. How could I leave my baby for an entire week? I reminded myself how cool the iChat would feel this time tomorrow and shut the car door in silence.
Considering my insane level of anxiety over our spontaneous decision to send me rather than Steve to an intensive WKC kettlebell sport camp in Greece (to train with and learn from Valery’s teacher: the legendary Coach Filikidis), things were off to a great start. We boarded our flight for the first leg of the trip en route to NYC with the good fortune of a window seat and enough leg room for three. Maybe this was a good idea after all.
Unlike our previous ICKB trips, my traveling companion this time is none other than my own young spirited mama. “I finally found the new Kanye song I was telling you about,†she peppered as the plane prepared for takeoff, “all this time I thought it was Akon.†How many other spunky grandmas out there know the difference? Lucky for me, my mom is a musical fun machine.
When my husband initially suggested she escort me to Athens, she seemed uncertain that it would actually happen. I don’t blame her; the last time she went on vacation Ronald Reagan was in office. But, could we really pull this together in less than two weeks? We were at the State Department’s San Francisco Passport Office the next day.
Fast forward eleven hours into our second leg of the trip and the reality of our decision is finally sinking in. Of course, it’s a totally different scenario now. After being sandwiched between a six foot Greek Goddess (no kidding) and a sweet Southern missionary (with a hip Richard Simmons afro I must add) for the past eight hours, I long for some fresh air with a view beyond the leather seat in front of me, a little elbow room, and a precious voice from home.
Only time will tell if the risk of such spontaneity is worth the reward. Stay tuned, our Greek adventure is just beginning…
-Maya












 










