Santorini

​Santorini is just a stopover place for us. It’s not a destination. Insofar as Greek Island go, it is absolutely gorgeous. The white line on the horizon looks at first like snow, but then, when one réalisés that the temperature is around 30 degrees Celsius, that cannot possibly be right. The band of dazzling white along the cliff tops is buildings - houses, hotels, restaurants. Not one single flake of snow. 

Strolling along the cliffs yesterday, from one village to another, took us past hotels whose prices for accommodation far outstripped our meager capacities. Some had swimming pools the size of our laundry tub, but we did se a resident haul herself out of one and proceed to stretch herself out on a lovely colour-matched sun bed. 

There was a wedding or two as well. Bride and groom coiffed and be-suited beyond normal recognition. This was their day and everything had to proceed smoothly. 

At a church on our path a very proud father was ushering in the last of his guests, a proprietary arm  looped purposefully around her back. 

We watched as huge groups of cruiseliner guests clambered onto the cable car to the port far, far below to get back to their cabin for the night. Each group had its very own tour leader carrying a pink 5 or a green 5 high on a stick. 

A line of donkeys streamed past us on the way home from lugging tourists up the mountainous cliff-face. A good, hard day’s work completed. 

Santorini, with all its points of attraction is not our dort of island because there is no swimming hole within a mornings walk from our digs. A great place as a stopover, but not really a destination. Maybe there are spots to discover on our next visit …

Toodles!