Santorini
When ever we mention Greece, Santorini is the island that most people seem to instantly refer to. So we couldn't have Barry and Kim visit without leaving Katherine in Lavrio and flying there. Taking Katherine to the island was a logistical concern we simply didn't want to undertake. Flying there meant everyone could play tourist.
We had a list, a map but that still didn’t stop us getting not lost but ultimately discovering something that we hadn’t intended to find. The first being the small village of Akrotiri with its sweeping views from the ruins of the Venetian Tower built in the 13th Century.
From the very south we were then on route to the northern town of Oia but not without a few detours that brought viewings of windmills perched on a hillside, a monastery that was unfortunately closed, a chapel built into the cliffside and a stop to admire (and possibly purchase) the work of a couple from “Eglis” pottery studio.
We managed to weave our way through the streets to find the Archeological Museum to view the artefacts and frescoes that we had learnt about when walking through the ruins in Akrotiri the day prior. There is today a cable car that connects Fira to the port of Skala Firon below. The alternative is to traverse 580 steps along side donkeys which were in a constant motion of being encouraged up and down ladened with tourists and occasionally luggage. As early afternoon approached it became very apparent the numbers were swelling and a good time for us to be leaving. It is hard to imagine how this small town handles the people when there are double the number of cruise ships in the port in peak season.
To complete our final day a sunset wine tour had been organised through our accommodation. We were totally in the hands of our guide and three wineries, several food tastings and a beautiful, if not breezy sunset over the caldera later, we couldn’t have been more appreciative of the recommendation and organisation.