One thing I have always admired about Max is his ability to do whatever the hell he wants to do. Truly quite amazing to someone who does everything everyone else wants me to do and hides the things that they do want to do.
An introduction to Max would include him saying: "Hello, my name is Max and I am from ze Ukraine." Overall, he is the most annoyingly endearing person you have ever met. Aside from the fact that he is crazy, which is quite refreshing to me right now.
My first real encounter with Max was last Thanksgiving and we had to put up the Christmas tree at my parent’s restaurant. Max, not really wanting to bus tables decided to become the head designer for the Christmas tree, enthusiastically telling us where to put the ornaments.
I thought it was hilarious. Nothing gets me laughing like a great accent and at one point, Max, in his creative liberties, balancing on a ladder to get one last ornament in place, started shouting in broken English that in fact, he was too high up and it was way to dangerous to be up on the ladder.
The night may have ended with me peeing in my pants because he was literally to funny.
Anyways, I’m settling into my life here in Greece and my dad, who has officially made Max his partner in crime called to see how he is doing.
"Hello Max!" I shout across the room as my dad and Max Facetimed.
“Hello Demi!” Max shouts in his Ukrainian accent making my name sound more like Day-mee.
My quick greeting becomes a full fledged hour conversation with Max.
We talk about Solange's new album, that I am pressing him to listen to, and the tres leches cake we baked "together" (it was sole ordeal), and somehow I end up telling him all my hopes and dreams. How I feared what will happen to the future of Syria and the lives of the many refugees now stationed in Greece. I talked about wanting to sail all of Greece and how we needed to start taking care of mother Earth and the impeding climate change. I also talked about people’s assumptions about females traveling alone and how prevalent sexism was in our world today.
Somehow, Max brought me back to the reason I came to Greece. With my dad leaving tomorrow and getting settled in in my new place, I lost track of my purpose. My purpose being that I want to explore and see what is actually happening in this world. It could be as simple as how people react to me saying I’m traveling alone for a while to as complex as the refugee crisis. And I’m so ready to explore and be like Max, do whatever the hell I want to do.