Santorini was one of our favorites. Every view lent itself to a postcard picture. It was breathtaking with its small, picturesque villages hanging off the cliffs. Whitewashed houses were built into little niches in the rock and the colors, against the whitewash, just popped. From the colors of the Aegean Sea to the colors of the buildings to the colors of the flowers, they all complimented each other perfectly to give so much variety to the eye. We had to take a cable tram to get to the top of the island (actually crater..it was a volcano). On the way down, we didn't want to wait in the hour long line for the cable cars, so we walked down the very narrow streets with throngs of donkeys. We could have ridden a donkey, but walking was quicker and less sketchy. If only the pictures could emit smell..that trail was quite fragrant with waste. It was a perfect day, in a perfect, quaint sea village town.
Not a bad view from your front door!
More lovers locks atop the highest point in Oia
Crystal clear water of the Aegean Sea
Local art..lots of little ma and pop tourist and art shops around the island. Jim was just about ready to sell everything, move to Greece and open a little tourist shop..a quiet, simple life!
Pure excitement comes when we see one of these!!
Stinky steep steps