Readers of this newsletter know I usually write this one on Fridays in my favorite bookstore in Tel Aviv. The title of this newsletter suggests that’s not the case today. If you assumed I wrote this from Greece, you’d be right.
I’m on a bus, typing this issue on my phone between stops for pictures. My parents are with me on this eight-day trip.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had a proper vacation. I’m getting to know some new people as part of this organized trip, and there is a lot to tell about Greece. I think I’ll dedicate a whole blog post to it because I’ve been journaling the experience as we go.
For right now, though, I want to mention how much Greece has opened my eyes to things I saw in The Blood of Dawnwalker.
For example, there are little shrines along the roads marking places where someone died in an accident—or sometimes survived one, and the shrine was built in gratitude to the saint they believe protected them.
And I immediately recognized them from Dawnwalker.
As a Jew, I find the way faith shows up here very interesting. Greek Orthodox Christianity seems to have a much more visible presence in everyday life than what I’m used to back home, especially in the little personal ways people display their beliefs.
It’s funny realizing that something I first encountered as part of the visual language of a fantasy game is just… a real thing I’m now seeing outside the bus window.
I’ll keep it short this time. But expect a trip blog post sometime next week after I’m back :)
Thank you for being here!
Oren