Super windy and insane waves when crossing the Mediterranean to get from Mykonos to Santorini… I’ll be fine. I’ve grown up on the boat and wave runners in Lake Michigan I told myself so how bad can this be? The boat crew passed out barf bags to everyone and Britt and I looked at each other like why would they waste their time?
Well, without going into details, I was running to the bathroom, and Brittany was right behind me about an hour into the ride. This may be one of our funniest memories together looking back on it now, but at the moment, we had never been so miserable.
After three hours of the worst boat ride of my life, we made it to Santorini. As we drove through the streets to our hotel, I was not very impressed, and I started to wish I was back in Mykonos.
The first night was rough because it is low season in Greece right now, meaning not a lot of tourists, so the buses only come so often so we wasted a lot of time figuring this out. We acquainted ourselves with the first major town of Santorini, Fira. We loved it and when walked around; first, we stopped in a Greek bakery and both got the most amazing treats. Mom, I wish I cold bring trays of the lemon cake home for you because that’s how amazing it was.
We spent the whole second day in Santorini’s other town, Oia. This is home to the famous blue domes that you always see if you google the Greek islands. There honestly is now way for me to put into words how breathtaking this town was. From the architecture to the kindness of the locals, to the food, to the small hidden streets that have flowering vines covering them; every aspect of Oia was amazing.
We walked and took an unhealthy amount of pictures. We still had a couple of hours to kill so we went and sat at Latzo, which was a restaurant Terrance that overlooked the volcano. We indulged in the traditional Greek foods and sat for a couple of hours just soaking up the view. I had the owners specialty kabab. It’s impossible to find food in Greece that isn’t amazing.
After walking, photos shoots, and lunch, we decided to stay for the sunset, which Oia is also known for. Britt and I didn’t get what the big deal was as we watched the sun drop below the horizon but it was when we turned around to head back through town to catch the bus when our jaws dropped. The white buildings and blue domes were covered in a blanket of pink and white skies. I have never seen anything like it.
I am starting to wonder when I am going to find some place that isn’t as pretty as my previous destination. Even though we struggled with our travels throughout Greece and it was low season, so a lot of things were closed, I wouldn’t take our five days stay and trade it for anything. Greece is surreal and if it isn’t on your bucket list of places to get to, put it at the top now. I can’t wait, and I am already dreaming, of the day I can go back.
I am down to the last seven weeks of being in Europe. The time is flipping through my fingers, and I can’t figure out how to make it stop. There are still some fun adventures to look forward to these last few weeks, and I still have a few more things on the bucket list to cross off. Hopefully, I can do them all.