Immediately you have to wonder how the first inhabitants decided to live there?.and then how they made it happen...all you see is CLIFFS. We were deposited WAYYYY to the right of this photo for buses to take us up incredibly narrow hairpin turns to reach the highest point on the island: a Monastery, of course. They were prayerful and not open to the public so we moved on
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We drove on and found that there are two million visitors per year ( maybe they were with us today...?). And 14,000 year round inhabitants. They have no rain, the fog waters their grapes, which they grow on the ground with the vine making a rough basket for the fruit. They make a delicious group of wines, tasty pistachio/sesame treats, fabulous foods...but mostly show tourists around.
We concluded our day with a Greek dinner and dancing, with Tom's favorite: smashing plates on the ground where a dancer is being very brave ( I honestly do NOT remember that scene in Zorba the Greek!)
somehow we barely made it back to the cable car down the the beach where the LAST tender was waiting to take us back to our ship...OPA!
We are at sea again ( Ionian into the Agean)
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Location:Santorini, Greece
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