Where Gods Walk...

Santorini, Greece

Thursday 28th Sept 2.21pm

My reunion with Mum was in the most amazing place among the clouds. Santorini is as wonderful as everyone says. The blue Aegean sea is spectacular as is the black volcanic rock and white houses that gaze at it each day. The hotel we are staying in has an amazing view of the volcano and the water stretches out for miles.

I left Rome (and my still dripping skirt and jacket) early one fine, blue sky day. Bummer. It seems the rain is following me and rain if you are reading this - Back Off!! The lady I met in Rome, Deanna, went back to the Trevi fountain the next day and txd me to say that it was drained for cleaning. It seems wet tourist - wet fountain. Dry tourist - dry fountain. (She went there later and it was on again) Oh well. The flight to Athens was, well, a flight to Athens. I had four hours to kill at the airport and unfortunately mum's flight arrived as mine was boarding. I saw here super briefly but she didn't her her yocal daughter scream at her in a public place. I ran to make my flight (you'd think I'd learn after almost missing two flights so far). It was nice to see the islands I flew over during the day as it will be night when we fly back to Athens.
The islands looked like snow-spotted peaks rising from a deep blue mist. It was truly gorgeous. We got to cruising altitude and the hostesses ran out gave us a drink which we had to skull to give the rubbish back to them and hustled back to the kitchen as we started to descend (35 min flight). My first glance of the white houses in that unique style made my insides jump with excitement. The sun had set by the time I got in a taxi to get to the hotel but the twilight was just perfect too. I sat outside and watched the clouds pass right in front of me. I could see why people believed in the Gods - surely noone else could make something so beautiful. It got cool as it got dark (a jacket would have been nice!!) and I waited for mum until I was driven inside. You can see the lights of a neighbouring island and the other hotels in the cliff face around from us. Mum arrived and we hugged and pinched eachother (not hard obviously as we'd missed eachother) and got excited about seeing each other and where we were.
We called for breakfast and it was bought to us (there are a serious amount of steps here and we pitied the waiter). It was delicious.
We moved rooms to the one we'd organised afterwards and got our lovely room with a view.

I will blog the rest as the place I am writing this is closing for siesta (its 3pm now) and I will sunbathe and stare at the deep blue sea for you.

Kym