June 29th, 2014
Okay folks gather round and buckle your seat belts because you're going to be in for a wild ride.
Santorini, Greece. Beautiful black sand beaches. Painted cobblestones. Bright blue doors. Vivid flowers. White washed buildings. Delicious sights and smells. And the views. Sprawling hills dotted with flowers and buildings. Swooping shore lines and sparkling water. Paradise, right?
That's what we thought too.
Don't get me wrong, Santorini is a beautiful place...but my family and I just happened to visit at exactly the wrong time.
The day started off well enough. We got there early, took a tender (small ferry) from our cruise boat to the shore, paid the 5 euro to take the cable car, and the adventure began. My family and I rented ATVs to get around the island for the day, a more preferred method of transportation compared to the crazy car driving in Italy.
Our first stop was to a beautiful black sand beach called Kamara Beach. I remember the individual sand grains feeling bigger than usual, so when stepping on them all it once, it rather felt like you were getting a foot massage and walking on hot coals at the same time. My sister and dad swam in the water, but the (basically) freezing (not really) (it was just really cold) temperatures kept my mom and I lounging on the beach, reading.
A warning: some beaches in Europe are nude beaches and if you don't want to accidentally see something you weren't planning on, be wary or at least look for signs.
Also: swim suits are much tighter and smaller in Europe. Just another heads-up.
Fortunately, those problems were the few we did not have to deal with that day.
My sister and dad also cliff jumped off a small mountain bordering the beach. I took pictures. The water was crystal clear and bluer than blueberries. The day was hot, but the slight cool breeze neutralized the heat nicely.
What could be better, right?
We packed up at the beach and decided to take a drive up the sinuous, curvy mountain road on our ATVs. The view was incredible. Clear, sparkling water kissing black sand beaches that sprawled back into a maze of cobbled buildings. The breeze was unusually strong up there; my sister could jump in the air and be suspended for a couple seconds before touching down again. My dada actually got pushed backwards from the wind. But that's normal for the top of a tall mountain right?
Wrong.
We decided to head back down the mountain, but the wind only persisted. Increasing flying specks of dust and pebbles that might have seemed insignificant laying on the side of the road, but hurt a whole lot, being flung into our eyes. Even through a layer of sunglasses, helmet, and windshield (Mom), the wind whipped around us fiercely. it pelted our legs and whipped the leaves into funnels.
I looked to the side of the mountain as we were curving down the road in surprise to see what looked like entire clouds of brown smoke floating off the earth. Then I realized, that wasn't smoke, it was dust.
We quickly raced back to where the cable cars were, which of course, we soon found out, had been closed due to the dangerous 70 mile per hour winds.
Our options: wait who knows who long until the cable cars could start running again, OR trek our way down a long, steep cobblestone path (587 steps) in 70 mile per hour winds.
What did we do? We took the path.
After pausing in a nearby gift shop to suit up (scuba masks), we weaved our way through the crowed clumps of chaotic people under the clouded white sky to the top of the path. The sky seemed to have been erased of all its color, leaving behind only a thick white stew of clouds. I thought a black sky was eerie, but this was a different level of creepy.
And we headed down the mountain. Not more than once, people looked at us funny in the masks, but after they realized our eyes were finally free from the pelting sand and dust and now drizzling rain, they weren't the ones laughing.
We had some wonderful surprises on our way down. And by wonderful surprises I mean donkeys. And what comes with donkeys? Yes, their poo.
So there we were, navigating down a steep, stone road wearing flip flops and bathing suits, in 70 mile per hour winds, while the rain pelted us, dodging donkey bombs. And did I forget to mention the Camelback water bottle on my dad's back had suddenly broke? Because it did. And was leaking red liquid. Nice.
Finally, we reached the bottom of the slick slope. But was it over? Of course not! After waiting two hours for the tenders to start running again to get us and being pushed around in the crazed mob of people as desperate as we were, we finally boarded the tender, and we were on our way safely back.
So. That's the story of our crazy vacation. I wouldn't trade it for the world.
Apparently we came right in time for a freak, once-in-a-blue-moon storm. So if you were thinking about coming to Santorini any time soon, book the flight! Just remember: come prepared with scuba masks.
the beach |
flag of Greece |
cliff jumping! |
the view |
crazy wind |
the aftermath- what we had to hike down |