Santorini, Greece

So last week I celebrated my blogging anniversary (first one!) by not writing a single word. Even after 41 posts, it still takes me days to write three or four paragraphs. Oh, fear not, I too wonder if keeping this thing alive is a good idea, but fortunately (or unfortunately), I'm old enough to know that often the journey for a love has some grit. Making every milestone feels like Oz.

I suppose this is why I have yet to set foot on a cruise ship*. The journey is too perfect, robbing the destination of its charming idiosyncrasies in my opinion. Any port-of-call town will have lamentable customer service if Celebrity Cruises is giving you "The Celebrity Treatment" day and night. Still, if you find something to carp about Santorini, well then, you're just a stodgy Scrooge I'm sorry to say. The only thing you should be complaining about are your moored eyes...

Or, your raucous tastebuds. Best gelato I've ever had? Yep. Best feta I've ever had? Yep, yep. Best falafel I've ever had? Yep, yep, yep. (Am I quoting the Pixies? Yep, yep, yep, yep!) The sun was nowhere near the horizon and already Santorini had nailed two of the three things to make it the perfect vacation destination.

And the people? To be honest, as much as the locals make or break a place, my attention was distracted by the beauty and delicacies. Our interactions must have been pleasant though because Greece was on the verge of passing their fourth round of austerity measures. Now that's something to complain about.

* You got me -- I'm a hypocrite. How then can I call this blog Vessel in Vain and use cute little anchors to rate a place? Well...maybe I'll divulge next year if this thing is still alive.


Length of Stay

Two days

Docking Index

     

Five anchors, because I was "distracted by the beauty and delicacies". Looks like I was struttin' around the island like a lad...or cad? (Simmer down fellas, I'm joking...kind of ;-)) Oh, the agony of needing to return to Santorini...