Monday, May 30, 2016
Crete to Santorini
Living in a large, gently pastel-ed bubble...
A bubble in time: high in the wooded mountains to the caldera creating Santorini +++ islands.
Santorini is in the distance and I am the sole person who did not go ashore -- enjoying the jabber of 2 Greek captains and the gentle movement of the boat. Watching tiny, tiny fish live their sworm-like life.
(I will post pix in follow-up email.)
First stop, many hair/pin curves up (and down) on very skinny roads surrounded by acres of olive trees. Bird-call symphony each morning, cats scampering from their oven-top bedroom anticipating the scraps of good we would leave behind....introduction to the lovely oil that permeates some -- if not all -- of the foods we eat.
All fresh, seemingly healthy (baklava?).
Onto an ocean-side port habitatated by Turks and Venetians, architecture to match, and color bursting from every uneven step and cafe and flower pot, even the scarves and jewelry to which we treated ourselves. A tourist Mecca, indeed.
The next stop?...immersion in the Minoan period and culture. Labyrinth-like palace dating back to 3,000 BC. Drains for toilets, pipes for draining rain water. Beautiful paintings. Extraordinary relics in the archeological museum "fresh" from the late 1800's excavation.
A high-speed boat - cars, trucks and hundreds of people, economy class at stern, business, mid-ship and first class at the "pointy end".
We are in ...Santorini!!!
More hair/pins, oohs and aahs, I can't believe we are here's, wine bushes, higher and higher and we are out of our bus huffing up and down to our perched units high above the sun-setting site our last home. Spectacular sunset, miraculous morning stage. No adjectives. Goose bumps, boarding a boat sized for our small intimate group.
This chapter of Gulliver Griswold's completion, but not the genetic curiosity.
Oh sweet beautiful historically-imbued islands. The bubble will not burst. It will be added to my large crystal bowl of special moments.
Sent from my iPhone
A bubble in time: high in the wooded mountains to the caldera creating Santorini +++ islands.
Santorini is in the distance and I am the sole person who did not go ashore -- enjoying the jabber of 2 Greek captains and the gentle movement of the boat. Watching tiny, tiny fish live their sworm-like life.
(I will post pix in follow-up email.)
First stop, many hair/pin curves up (and down) on very skinny roads surrounded by acres of olive trees. Bird-call symphony each morning, cats scampering from their oven-top bedroom anticipating the scraps of good we would leave behind....introduction to the lovely oil that permeates some -- if not all -- of the foods we eat.
All fresh, seemingly healthy (baklava?).
Onto an ocean-side port habitatated by Turks and Venetians, architecture to match, and color bursting from every uneven step and cafe and flower pot, even the scarves and jewelry to which we treated ourselves. A tourist Mecca, indeed.
The next stop?...immersion in the Minoan period and culture. Labyrinth-like palace dating back to 3,000 BC. Drains for toilets, pipes for draining rain water. Beautiful paintings. Extraordinary relics in the archeological museum "fresh" from the late 1800's excavation.
A high-speed boat - cars, trucks and hundreds of people, economy class at stern, business, mid-ship and first class at the "pointy end".
We are in ...Santorini!!!
More hair/pins, oohs and aahs, I can't believe we are here's, wine bushes, higher and higher and we are out of our bus huffing up and down to our perched units high above the sun-setting site our last home. Spectacular sunset, miraculous morning stage. No adjectives. Goose bumps, boarding a boat sized for our small intimate group.
This chapter of Gulliver Griswold's completion, but not the genetic curiosity.
Oh sweet beautiful historically-imbued islands. The bubble will not burst. It will be added to my large crystal bowl of special moments.
Sent from my iPhone
Friday, May 27, 2016
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