Finally the day had come for the island I was most excited for. I recovered from my illness enough to be able to join the others in Santorini. I may have puked in my hat on the long, twisting, and rocking bus up to Oia, but I wouldn’t have missed seeing this island no matter how sick I felt.
It was just like stepping into a postcard. I haven’t seen a place as prettily perfect as Santorini. The island made my jaw drop with its stunning natural beauty – the result of a massive volcanic eruption. I couldn’t believe I was really there; walking past the iconic blue-domed, whitewashed churches. The bright and dazzling blues, pinks, yellows, and reds made me feel as though I was walking through a vibrant painting.
For lunch I tried the delicious local specialty, domatoktedes (fried tomato balls). After lunch and exploring Oia from every angle I could discover, I had to choose between riding the cable car back down or save my breath on a donkey ride. I chose the donkeys. It was anything but a relaxing ride! The donkeys were anything but graceful with their hooves slipping from underneath them, leaving me frightened to fly off at any moment.
Eventually, I got accustomed to the bumpy ride and noticed the views of the neighbouring volcanic islands of Fira. It was an incredible sight to behold. All I could do was just stare at this enormous crater filled with sea, so high that the boats anchored below looked like toys and the wind on the water looked like calligraphy. I noticed that all the cafés on the cliff had their tables and chairs facing West. I came to the profound realization that this must be the best place in the world to watch the sunset. I was right.