Heaven is a Greek Island
On my second day on Santorini it was official, Oía
was even more beautiful than I imagined. Walking into the seemingly
endless buildings of white surrounded by the blue ocean and even bluer
sky did wonders for me. Every nook is more pretty than the one before
and I could not stop taking pictures even if I wanted to.
The marble pavement feels luxurious and as cliche as it sounds lie a gateway to heaven.
But looking around you it would seem like you are already there. With the sun ablaze and the wind in your hair I was seriously considering all the different ways I could actually stay here forever.
Left and right along the way there are little shops offering souvenirs and sundresses. There are the usual odds and ends like paintings, pottery and postcards. We went in and out looking for unusual finds to bring home.
K did take more of an interest in the merchandise on offer...
Hotels and restaurants lined up en mass with the occasional pretty little church in between.
If your lucky you might spot the donkeys casually strolling down the street on their way to work by the steps down to Ammoudi Bay.
But even if you're not you are definitely blessed with this view. All the way along the Caldera over to Imerovigli you can see houses built into the hill. The sea glistens in the sunshine and you just want to jump right in. Or stay up there forever just enjoying life. Both options are perfectly fine.
Admittedly, I was jealous of all the people on their yachts. Free to go wherever the sun is brightest and the water just right. You can jump into the not so cool blue ocean whenever you want and have a build in shady place to doze away the afternoon. Heaven can't be much better than this.
And would you look at this; another donkey caravan.
Eventually you will arrive at the very tip of the island which coincidentally is also the way down to the most wonderful little harbour front. But we will get to that some other time.
There the more than 200 steps down are often dangerously steep as they wind all the way down the hill.
And just in case you forgot where you are wondering about the Greek flags waving in the summer breeze will kindly remind you.
We wandered around the little alleys hitting dead ends here and there and marvelling at each new viewpoint we found.
Ok, so I may have fibbed a little when I said K was more into the shopping than I was. I couldn't help myself when I saw the softest and most flowing little dress in one of the boutiques.
We continued roaming and peeking behind wooden doors which sometimes are just used as gates. Which is a genius concept.
Yet another view of the stairway to Ammoudi Bay although these pictures don't do the actual steepness of the path justice. If you track down wear shoes with a non-slippery profile or you might end up in serious trouble. There is in fact no hospital on Santorini so avoid unnecessary injuries at all cost.
Watching out over Oía's finest and contemplating how we wound up so lucky with both the company and the location we really couldn't have been more content. All the stress from home and work was forgotten and nothing but this heavenly Greek island seemed to matter anymore.
That is until our stomachs kindly let us know that they requested feeding, preferably immediately.
With such a huge choice of eateries to pick from we took the easy way out and went for the one that had a Pimms sign front and centre. You can't go wrong with a place that offers a good old-fashioned Pimms we told ourselves. And turns out we were right. Although if we had known in advance we would have come for the view alone. In anyway, cheers!
The marble pavement feels luxurious and as cliche as it sounds lie a gateway to heaven.
But looking around you it would seem like you are already there. With the sun ablaze and the wind in your hair I was seriously considering all the different ways I could actually stay here forever.
Left and right along the way there are little shops offering souvenirs and sundresses. There are the usual odds and ends like paintings, pottery and postcards. We went in and out looking for unusual finds to bring home.
K did take more of an interest in the merchandise on offer...
...while I continued snapping at our surroundings. But can you really blame me?
Hotels and restaurants lined up en mass with the occasional pretty little church in between.
If your lucky you might spot the donkeys casually strolling down the street on their way to work by the steps down to Ammoudi Bay.
But even if you're not you are definitely blessed with this view. All the way along the Caldera over to Imerovigli you can see houses built into the hill. The sea glistens in the sunshine and you just want to jump right in. Or stay up there forever just enjoying life. Both options are perfectly fine.
Admittedly, I was jealous of all the people on their yachts. Free to go wherever the sun is brightest and the water just right. You can jump into the not so cool blue ocean whenever you want and have a build in shady place to doze away the afternoon. Heaven can't be much better than this.
And would you look at this; another donkey caravan.
Eventually you will arrive at the very tip of the island which coincidentally is also the way down to the most wonderful little harbour front. But we will get to that some other time.
There the more than 200 steps down are often dangerously steep as they wind all the way down the hill.
And just in case you forgot where you are wondering about the Greek flags waving in the summer breeze will kindly remind you.
We wandered around the little alleys hitting dead ends here and there and marvelling at each new viewpoint we found.
Ok, so I may have fibbed a little when I said K was more into the shopping than I was. I couldn't help myself when I saw the softest and most flowing little dress in one of the boutiques.
We continued roaming and peeking behind wooden doors which sometimes are just used as gates. Which is a genius concept.
Yet another view of the stairway to Ammoudi Bay although these pictures don't do the actual steepness of the path justice. If you track down wear shoes with a non-slippery profile or you might end up in serious trouble. There is in fact no hospital on Santorini so avoid unnecessary injuries at all cost.
Watching out over Oía's finest and contemplating how we wound up so lucky with both the company and the location we really couldn't have been more content. All the stress from home and work was forgotten and nothing but this heavenly Greek island seemed to matter anymore.
That is until our stomachs kindly let us know that they requested feeding, preferably immediately.
With such a huge choice of eateries to pick from we took the easy way out and went for the one that had a Pimms sign front and centre. You can't go wrong with a place that offers a good old-fashioned Pimms we told ourselves. And turns out we were right. Although if we had known in advance we would have come for the view alone. In anyway, cheers!
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