After a week of living solely off of cheese, bread, pasta, gelato, and red wine, we said goodbye to Italy, packed up our memories in our suitcases (surprisingly mine fit even with a broken bag and Ryanair’s shady luggage policies), and headed to Greece.
They say that there are two kinds of people, the Greeks, and those who wish they were Greek! I can’t lie; they’re a pretty fun group of people. Our first stop was Athens. If you think that trying to learn Italian in a day is hard, try Greek! Everything I knew about Greece, I learned from Mama Mia, Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, and My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Lucky for us most people speak English as well, but we try to pick up “buzzwords” in every country we go to. We got off the plane, got our bags, and headed out to find a cab.
Since the whole bag breaking situation at Ryanair in Italy (previous blog post for details), I’ve had to unpack my entire bag, “fix” it temporarily, and then repack in every airport we go to. So we were already off to a bit of a bumpy start.
We gave the cab driver the address and made our way to the next Airbnb (or so we thought). Tip for anyone going to Greece: a lot of streets don’t have names, and those that do have repeating names. What I mean is that we gave our address to the driver, but he drove us down some kind of boondocks back roads and dropped us off in the middle of nowhere, because it was the same street name as our Airbnb, an hour in the other direction. We panicked, laughed, panicked more, called a new cab, and then figured our way home. Our (real) apartment was in the middle of the city, in the middle of a market, right next to a man selling fish.
The day continued after we took a nap and showered. We stopped to look at the Acropolis and ancient ruins before dinner, which were breathtaking, even with the pouring rain. According to my Greek knowledge (from My Big Fat Greek Wedding) the ruins could probably be fixed with a little Windex.
The next day, we went to the airport and were off to Santorini. It was raining on the island when we landed, but nothing could bring us down at that point. Highlight of the airport for everyone had to be when I got completely fed up with my broken bag. I grabbed my bag and unpacked it in the middle of the airport, again. The other girls turned back to me and asked, “Kerry what are you doing?” To which I responded, “What do I do in every damn airport we go to Mikayla??” We were clearly all jetlagged and were cracking up over my frustration for hours later.
We couldn’t check into our Airbnb for another two hours, so we found a little coffee shop and took a nap, ate sandwiches, and tried to ignore the smell of the old men smoking cigarettes inside the shop.
We got lost, called our contact, and then finally met with our Airbnb host (who looked exactly like Pit-bull, but he didn’t agree or understand why I called him Mr. Worldwide) who led us to where we were supposed to meet him in the first place. We followed him up the road and down the cliffs and were in disbelief at our apartment. I still think someone just played a joke on us, because this was the most amazing view on the entire island and I’m sure of it!
Our first day we walked down to Thira for dinner, shopping, and watched the sunset along the cliffs. Of course the ATM ate one girl’s credit card during the day, because it would be too easy for us to have a day go off without a hitch.
Fun fact about Santorini: there are cats everywhere. They live in the trees like birds. I wasn’t sure if they had a home, but at least seven lived in the tree next to our apartment (we figured this out after we tried to get five out of the house at night).
The next day, we got up early and were picked up by a car to bring us down the coast for a day of sailing. I think I can speak for everyone when I say that it was the best day ever! One thing was better than the one before! It was us and an older couple on the boat, along with the crew, who were a blast! We felt bad for the couple on the boat with us, because to be honest I don’t think I would want to be on a boat for six hours with five twenty-something year old girls who were just told there was unlimited wine all day if I were them either
We sailed around the islands, listed to music, and kept thinking, “How can any of this be real?” The phrase of that day had to be “This is it guys. It doesn’t get any better than this. We’ve peaked. #Peaking” Despite the breezy weather, we got into our bathing suits, jumped into the freezing water, and swam towards the volcanic hot springs
For lunch, we had homemade, authentic, Greek food and amazed the crew by how much we actually eat. It was by far the perfect day, and the highlight of my spring break! 10/10 would recommend going sailing in Santorini.
Spring break came to an end as we headed back to London. We were only delayed by a seven our layover in Athens. We were so tired at that point that we spent the whole day in McDonalds in the airport. It was an amazing trip and an amazing opportunity to travel as much as I have! But no matter where I go, or how much fun I had, I’m always happy to go home to London.