Aegean Air whisked us off to the little quaint island the girls read about. Whisked is probably not an accurate verb to describe the travel experience. It was more like a cattle call followed by a short shuttle bus trip to the plane. But it was a pleasant flight and very comfortable.
Santorini is the home of a few towns but by far the most visited are Oia (pronounced EEYA) and Fira (FEERA).
We started at Oia. Known for beautiful sunsets and picturesque architecture, we took a cab to the town square and wandered the winding path through the shops. It actually took about 13 minutes for Debbie and Dennie to spot the most expensive jewelry store on the island. The owner had pictures of Angelina Jolie, Ryan Reynolds and Susan Sarandon posing with him, all buying shiny things.
Tom and I broke into cold sweats.
On the walk down ... we all could have killed her on the spot.
It was a 20 minute walk which seemed more like 2 days.
We stepped over the bodies of exhausted tourists ... bloated in the sun. The bones of others were strewn across the steps ... donkey feces were everywhere.
Who said 120 steps? Hah! 1200 was more like it. Our knees and backs ached. This better be an incredible spot to see!
I immediately headed to the nearest thing I could find to complain about the donkey feces. Turned out to be an octopus that had no intention of telling his manager so I just decided to join the others at our table.
By the way ... It was a beautiful spot but the food was just average (I might be biased based on the fact that I couldn't really taste anything for a few hours).
Oh ,,, I almost forgot. One of the places that we peeked into was a shop named Smiling Fish. Get this ... you put your feet into water tanks and let tiny fish (billed as toothless ... hah!) suck on your feet and ankles to get rid of dead skin. Apparently, when your economy is as bad as it's been in Greece ... you will do anything to make money and, by the looks of it, you will always find someone dumb enough to buy it.
Anyway ... off to Fira.
There really wasn't anything much to see in Fira that we hadn't seen in Oia. Tom wound up buying his own version of jewelry that I really can't talk about or put pictures of. If you know Tom, you will understand why.
"Really?" we all said in unison.
"Well ... I don't remember. And there's no room on the back."
"Wait a minute," her sister Dennie (of all people) said. "Debbie, you didn't put the address on it."
"I know ... there wasn't room for that either and don't these cards usually have lines for that?"
Bet you can't wait to read Day 3!