Who among us has not at some point been interested in mythology? The stories? The drama? The art? Ever since I was little I have loved mythology. Was it because Hercules was the first movie I ever saw in movie theaters? Maybe. But the gods and goddesses of Ancient Greece have been captivating people for centuries because of their elaborate and dramatic backstories and lives. It’s rare to find a collection of stories so complex and rooted in such spectacular architecture, sculptures, and history.
Volcanic gases are widely understood to be one of the more dangerous aspects of active volcanoes. Where they can certainly be hazardous to your health or even deadly, the volcanic gases also have a more positive side that never seems to get enough light. Hot springs pop up all around the world near active volcanoes, and gases emitted by volcanic vents provide useful scientific opportunities. Such opportunities should be taken, though cautiously, because these gases don’t have a bad reputation for no reason.
Hiking 9.5 million year old metamorphic rocks, snorkeling at the edge of the caldera shelf, and cliff jumping from Spartan ruins wakes you up, but it pales in comparison to the intense brain blasts NAU in Greece has generated. It has tied everything I previously learned into three big, life-altering weeks. Through each geology course I have taken, I studied the processes driving volcanic creations and eruptions and how they are ultimately dictated by their magmatic properties; NAU in Greece took all my university knowledge and threw it at the Santorini Volcanic Complex to create my deepest understanding of volcanic properties thus far. Continue reading “Wake Me Up: Creating A Geologist”
Zeus clutches the heart of the island with force, ripping it from the sea. Leaving only five remnants of the landmass, he violently hurls his geologic projectile at the titans with the intent to destroy them.
As all great adventures do, ours began with a quest: to study the geology of Santorini. But before our studies could begin, we had to reach our destination. After three long flights, only a ferry ride stood between us and the island that would become our classroom, our playground, and our home for three weeks.