Our trip to Santorini was made beautiful by a series of foodstuffs, beachy views and relative peace and relaxation. We checked into our accommodation, located a sightly 50 meters from a strip of black, volcanic sand. It came with the free beach chairs, a swimming pool and the world's tiniest shower. And our little beach home-away-from-home provided us with the opportunity to do something I struggle with: relax.
We camped out on the beach with cocktails and quality literature (Brett Easton Ellis's 'American Psycho' for me and some quality Agatha Christie for Paul):
our strip of sand.
At night, we wandered the loved-up strip of bars and restaurants looking for (and finding) good grilled fish and greek salads. In terms of reunion tours, it did not disappoint.
We also found Cinema Kamari, an amazing open air cinema clad in white canvas directors' chairs and playing slightly-past-new-release films. We spent two hours, with a 10-minute intermission in between, giggling at 'The Dictator' played in English with Greek subtitles. Lizards skittered past, a cat jumped in front of the screen and the snack bar churned out a bizarre combination of cocktails, nachos and chocolate desserts.
Photo courtesy of trip advisor.
It wasn't exactly my normal kind of running from point-to-point trip and I was slightly nervous about this. But a suntan, back massage and foot rub later, I managed to find my way back to calm and rested. We did take it upon ourselves to tour the rest of the island on subsequent days but we always made a little space of time for our chairs on the beach at our little hotel paradise.
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