In a distant past (…9 years ago, so bare the puppy face) I left for what would be my first long foreign adventure: Greece. I left my hometown to work on the Island of Cretefor a couple of months. In the years that followed I also lived in London, South Africa and Paris, and this is the journey that stirred up the ‘ live-abroad-virus’.
I still have a lot of stories to tell about all these adventures, but the most memorable trip that I made in between the working days was the trip to the picturesque island of Santorini. Yes, that small island that consists of white-washed houses with blue roofs. That island that is featured just about on every postcard from Greece. And not without a reason: it is beautiful. Santorini is a Greek island in the Aegean Sea, on the east side of Greece. An island with picturesque villages, quirky architecture, volcanoes, black beaches and beautiful views.
From Heraklion we head towards this wonderful island. Here I feel the authentic Greece. After a spirited climb (600 steps) we arrive in the village of Fira on top of the rocks. Here we just can’t stop walking around and stare, literally everything is whitewashed and with the exotic blue roofs and other blue accents it’s a bizarre paradise. If it was on purpose I do not remember: but with my white shorts and blue shirt I just blend in this place.
We take a bus to the village of Oia, where it is just as incredible. We end up in a typical Greek taverna, are held up by a toothless man with a donkey that did not want us to go and we make a thousand pictures with our old-fashioned compact cameras. When we were there we saw no tourists. Unfortunately it seems that now, 9 years later, that is totally different. Nevertheless, I would like to go back again to this special island – combined with an island tour to all other islands of the Cyclades island group.