So we’re off to Santorini!
Definitely! Like tickets booked, hotel and car reserved.
It could have been Egypt again, with some friends this time, but our plans of first visiting Cairo before lazing around in the sun just weren’t compatible with our buddy’s one-week-only availability.
Then it could have been Madeira: pretty nice this time of the year. Flowers, good food, hiking up and down mountain slopes rather than beachin’ it out. Alas an expat confirmed that they hadn’t quite recovered from the massive mudslides yet. Strike Madeira.
The Azores? Now that’s a place and a half: wind-swept islands, a gorgeous landscape, wild weather. And did I mention the food? Our fingers were literally poised over the SATA web page “Book Here” button when I mistakenly inquired about the weather. Big mistake: 17 degrees and rain. Today, tomorrow, and the day after AND… Well you get the picture. Besides, our pics would have came out all gray so… Strike Azores.
The Cap Verde islands were then THE option. Just off Senegal, we could have enjoyed a week of “that Caribbean Feelin’” without breaking the bank. 6 and a half hours flying time and a sudden slipped disk put an end to that.
This was two weeks ago. We knew we were going SOMEWHERE, we just didn’t know WHERE or WHEN. And then I had a vision of little white houses with blue roofs, sun-baked Greek islands and liters of Ouzo. Must have been the fact that Greece was being mentioned every day, but to me it was subliminal: it HAD to be Santorini!
Two days later we had booked the flights and I started my hotel research……
Santorini, you see, is a small croissant-shaped island, barely a couple of kilometers long and, other than its fabled blue roofs, is famous for one thing: its sunsets over the bay. And thus, I couldn’t imagine booking ANY place which didn’t offer us the chance of lounging on OUR terrace (a balcony would have been valid alternative), a glass of Retsina in one hand while gazing at the setting sun, over and over again.

So I searched and I searched, and I actually found a whole bunch of suitable places which offered accommodation for a mere €100 per night. For the a view of the island. Unless you were willing to add another €200 for the “other side” of the hotel, that is.
So I searched and searched and searched. And then DBW searched. Found. And booked the ideal place. With our view and everything.
“I just didn’t enter any dates in TripAdvisor“, she said.
And smiled.
One of those women-ish smiles….