I was up at 6 walking the quiet alleys. We spent the morning wandering and sightseeing in Oia town, on Santorini. Winding alleys, white churches with blue roofs, buildings stacked one on another, all whitewashed with red, green, yellow or blue shutters and trim. Trains of mules occasionally pass by, sometimes loaded down with beer or water. The Greece, the cute, whitewashed Greece you see in the romantic movies? This is it. Really, kind of paradoxical: it is a “must see” thing for me, yet so touristy I can already tell that once is enough. It is not bad, I don’t mean that. It is just so, so… perfectly cute, I guess it feels fake, not quite authentic.
Greek beer and pistachios for lunch then we decided to hit the pool instead of walking down to the beach. We spent the afternoon reading, sleeping and swimming before heading to the room for a shower and a glass of chilled white wine. Into town for the sunset, then a nice dinner looking over the town, and turned in early, about midnight-thirty.