My first visit to my family’s village in Greece made me feel like I was in another world. Having grown up in suburban New Jersey, going to the island of Chios was a bewildering experience. I was surrounded by people who took life at a leisurely pace and who all knew and watched out for each other. There were cafés where everyone from teens to elders would hang out late at night drinking coffee and making conversation, and little chapels every few streets where you could go in at any hour to light a candle and say a prayer. Yet it all felt so familiar, resonating with something deeply rooted inside me.
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