The Quiet Dream That Came True

Ola amigo :)

 You know that feeling when you’ve had a dream for years? Not something you think about every single day, but something quietly living inside you, patiently waiting, never fading. It’s just there, like a whisper of hope, until one day, it finally becomes real.

People often say, “Good things come to those who wait.” And honestly, you might not believe that, not until you find yourself in the very moment you’ve been dreaming about for so long.

For me, that dream was Greece.
It may sound simple to some, just another country. But for me, it was the dream. A place that lived in my imagination for more than seven years. Can you imagine carrying that excitement for so long? The night before leaving, I couldn’t sleep — the kind of sleepless joy only a child feels before Christmas.

And then… waking up at the Greek border, with the first light of morning sun pouring in… it’s almost impossible to describe that feeling. That exact second when you realize: this is it. It’s happening. I’m really here. I could barely breathe from the excitement.

To someone else, it might seem like no big deal. Just another trip, just another destination. But it doesn’t need to make sense to anyone else. What matters is that your soul smiled. What matters is that you finally proved to yourself that even the quietest dreams can come true, no matter how far away they seem.

I remember looking through the window, watching the hills and the olive trees pass by, and I kept thinking: this is what I’ve been waiting for. This view, this air, this feeling. It’s such a pure emotion when you finally meet the version of yourself that never gave up, even in silence.

There’s something sacred about stepping into a dream you’ve only seen in your mind. It’s not just about the place — it’s about who you become the moment your feet touch that land. You feel lighter, more open, more connected to life. Greece welcomed me with open arms, like an old friend I never met before.

The sun felt different there. The colors were warmer, the sea bluer, the time slower. Every little corner had its own story, and I wanted to listen to all of them. I think that’s the magic of traveling  it opens up your senses, your heart, and your mind all at once.

And honestly, I didn’t want to leave. I still think no amount of time is ever enough when your heart feels at home somewhere. Five days or five weeks, it doesn’t matter  it always feels like you’re leaving too soon. But maybe that’s the point… to always leave a part of you somewhere, and take a piece of it back with you.

So if you’re reading this, let it be a gentle reminder: your dreams are valid, no matter how small or distant they may seem. Even if they take years. Even if no one else understands. Let your heart want what it wants, and trust that one day, you’ll wake up with the sun on your face, crossing the border into your own dream. And you’ll know — it was all worth it

Nena