“I’m an adult. I’m capable of making mature, adult decisions. What am I doing here?”
Curtis said that to me as we stood in a mass on a little ledge on the European side of the Hellespont just before the gun went off telling it was time to swim across to Asia.
Exactly, I thought to myself. Continue reading “Leander, Lord Byron, and Me: Swimming the Hellespont”
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