At the airport in Athens, waiting to board a plane to Santorini. It’s a 30 minute puddle jump, but we had no idea where we were staying when we got there. Thanks to a poor wifi connection and a lucky find on airbnb, we pulled up to our cliffside apartment with full caldera view. And for less cash than a budget offramp hotel in the states.
A cruise ship steams away from Oia.
Wherever they’re heading can’t be better than this.
The dock for boats bringing hikers to the volcano. These vessels make about 10 trips each per day. Each boat is stunning in it’s craftsmanship, and as clean is if they were launched yesterday. Beware of the hot springs though: we think they’re the joke of the island. With the promise of a small cove with 70 degree water, all we found was bone chilling cold. We shivered all the way back to port.
“It’s what kind of spa?!” – A fish spa.
I don’t know how they keep everything so white, so clean, so vivid. Nor do I want to know. It lends to the mystique of the place. The architecture glows. It feels like heaven. You expect to run into St. Peter behind each of these little gates.
Red sand beach lived up to it’s name. A short hike from the main road, we encountered a young woman selling jewelry along the trail. She was very bashful and sweetly declined our request to take her picture. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anyone so completely at ease. There amongst the rocks, with a warm breeze blowing in from the water, it was easy to imagine leaving life behind for a life of selling handmade jewelry by the red sand cliffs.