That very first time we walked through its ancient streets, who could resist falling for Syracuse’s charm—deeply rooted in a history as tangible as the stones beneath your feet? Nomads like us long for places like this, where every corner whispers secrets of the past. It’s not just the ruins or the landscapes; it’s the palpable presence of something far greater, an invisible pull that draws you in. The ancients chose these places by design, and even today, we can still feel that same energy. It’s uncanny—this magnetic force that makes Syracuse not just a journey through space, but through time itself.

The Antipodean sun doesn’t just shine – it drills a hole straight through your willpower. Everyone’s gotta suck it up, perform, and push through the heat, the flies, and the unforgiving terrain. Big thanks to Kristin Shoenig and Benni Silvester for powering through. Kristin, being German, was definitely in for a shock when she saw how rough it really was. On the drive home, after sundown, the silence was broken only by Benni’s deadpan: “I’d murder a beer.”