You know when you say you’re going to do something, then you just get so distracted and busy that you completely forget to do it? I feel like that is the story of my life. Don’t ask me what kept me so busy, because I’ve honestly been doing a whole lot of nothing. As much as I hate to admit it, I’m still in the thick of my mental adjustment to moving back home, so the blog is unfortunately taking a hit.
Thankfully, I woke up today finally ready to write about my trip to Greece. I’m not too sure if anyone even reads these posts since they aren’t chalked full of helpful tips, but I always like to read through other bloggers experiences, so I thought I would write my own. So sit back, relax and prep yourself for a long read.
My trip to Greece got off on a bit of a late start. In my search for the cheapest possible flights, I arranged for a friend and I to leave Stockholm at 12am. So, we jumped on the train to Arlanda Airport, hoping that once we got on the plane, we would sleep for a few hours before landing bright and early in Santorini.
It was early but not so bright when we landed in Greece at the ungodly hour of 4am, just in time to find out that we would either have to catch a cab or wait 3 hours for the first local bus to come pick us up and take us into Fira. All I can say is thank God for Catie’s easygoing attitude and for the strongest airport espresso I’ve ever tasted. At that point in the morning I couldn’t tell if I was more strung out on the coffee or if I was just too excited to see Greece to allow the thought of sleep to creep into my brain.
With directions in hand, we stepped off the bus and started our trek to find our hostel, which according to the reviews would be impossible to find. Thankfully, we only got lost once before finding what I can only describe as the coolest hostel I’ve stayed in so far. Caveland lived up to its name with rooms built into the rock, tones of outdoor spaces to enjoy the sun, and it’s own pool. I would have searched through the Triwizard Maze so long as this hostel was my prize at the end- it was THAT awesome. I only wish I’d taken more photos.
After falling in love with our accommodations, we decided to walk up to Fira and explore the hundreds of shops and restaurants. If we weren’t so worried about the money (and the crazy drivers) we would have probably rented an ATV. It looked like a load of fun, and was a super practical way to drive around the whole island.
Catie and I had heard that we had to catch the beautiful sunsets that every one goes on about, so we caught an early dinner and followed it up with a sunset view at a Santorini winery. Over dinner we discovered our new favorite way to eat cheese. A block of Feta wrapped in filo dough and smothered in honey and sesame seeds, a healthy light snack of course. To wash that down, we arrived at the winery and sat down to a beautiful view and a wine tasting platter that included several glasses of both red and white wine, and all the cheese, olives and breadsticks you could ever want.
After a night out with some new hostel friends, we finally got some well-deserved shuteye.
The next three days were a whirlwind of activities mashed into as little time as possible. We visited the famous village of Oia, famed for it’s spectacular sunsets and pristine blue and white buildings. As you could guess, it was filled with fellow travelers hoping to find a perfect spot to watch the sun go down. After aimlessly walking for a few hours, we found a space big enough to accommodate our group of fast friends, and waited for the action to begin.
For the rest of our trip, Catie and I were hoping to do some more exploring around the island, so we decided to go on a tour of the nearby volcano, followed up with a dip in a volcanic hot spring. The first challenge of our day proved to be the walk down to the old port in Fira. Between slippery steps and herding donkeys, it was an interesting walk to say the least. The volcano proved to be a great place to take in the full scope of the island, and the guide informed us about the local history of the island and the volcanic eruption that started it all. Unfortunately on the walk back down to the boat my clumsy tendencies took over and I both twisted my ankle and ripped a whole in my shoes (RIP TOMS). Don’t ask how I managed both at once; I’m still trying to figure it out.
The rest of our night was spent trying to find a combination of authentic and cheap food to satisfy our tummies after a day of sun and lots of uphill climbing.
After a few days jam-packed with activities, Catie and I thought we would spend our last day exploring the more relaxing activities that Santorini had to offer. So, off we went to the black sand beach. Never having been to a sand beach like this, I was more then amazed at the beauty of it all. I also didn’t realize that black sand and sun make for a burning sandy mess on the bottom of your feet. Regardless, I was in heaven, Scorched feet and all.
The Next morning we packed our bags, sad to leave Greece, but excited to land in Italy and meet up with my mom, who I hadn’t seen in a year.