Autumn sifted into our evenings in August this year.
The nights dropped down to chilly temperatures forcing us to add extra layers to our already cozy bedding.
Octobers hold such nostalgia for me. Fading evening light turns glassy, no more of that warm glow, everything just...cools. Pumpkin gets added to everything, knits and faux fur come in full horsepower and ciders make their way to our mugs.
Colors deepen and everything starts to smell of rot and earth.
Fira as the locals call it, was the hotel and resting grounds for our sun parched bodies as we made our stamp in Santorini.
(parts of our hotel villa)
Santorini's cliffs, thousands of feet high boasted arid soil packed with volcanic pumice to keep the agriculture sustained. The twisting drive to the most popular town of Oia (pronounced EEE-yah) quickly became a game of chicken as we lurched past motorists on dusty ATV's in our comfortable & air conditioned sedan. Once there though, the marble walk ways opened up to the blue domed Cathedrals and small alleys where you jumped aside when hearing a small tinkling bell signaling that the donkeys were on their way through.
Oia, so crisp with it's white storefronts and generous people provided the most perfect back drop to the sunsets Santorini is famous for.
Legs shaking from climbing down 300-ish steps to the water, we had a leisurely dinner atop one of the restaurants. Dessert was served which consisted of donuts in a honey glaze with little granules of sea salt to create a beautiful combination of salty and sweet.
The last full day we were on the island, we took a Catamaran out to explore the islands caldera where we strapped on snorkeling gear and jumped off the boat into the chilly Aegean Sea. Salt dried crispy on our bodies as we laid in the sun as the boat docked for an hour or so for more swimming and lunch. The crew made us a luxurious feast of Greek salad, prawns, pasta, chicken satay and wine. Bellies full, we returned back to our hotel only to shower, change and head back to Oia for dessert and one last glimpse of the city as it lit up around us.
(I stole a few of these photos from my little sister because she just takes better pictures than me!)
The ferry boat felt like we were taking on way too many tummy-ticklers as it lurched over and over, up and down all the way from Athens to Mykonos.
Ah, Mykonos....her dry cliffs with white washed buildings and rounded corners overlooking the darkest blue water of the Agean Sea.
What took me by surprise was the force of the winds...sure we're on an island, but even one of the local women from a beautifully curated shop of printed scarves and exotic handbags told us in her perfectly accented English that it was quite unusual for this time of year to have such strong winds.
We went with it
(note: no sundresses were worn for the entire 3 days we were in Mykonos).
We befriended the bakery women in Fabrica square, careened our necks at the beautiful islands sites after securing seats on the Platis Galos bus, relaxed our sun burnt bodies on cushioned lounge chairs (thatched umbrellas overhead blocking out the strong rays) sipping margaritas and snacking on salty grilled haloumi, eating dinner steps from the water on a veranda where they served us linguini tossed with seafood and red wine to relax you, cliff side walks overlooking the setting sun on the cliffs and a breeze that smelled like the sea.
That was Mykonos for me and it was absolutely beautiful.
We trekked all over the dusty hills and up to the Acropolis (you could see it looming over the downtown streets from our hotel balcony) taking pictures every 30 seconds of the butter colored pillars against the cloudless blue sky.
Evenings were spent on the roof top restaurant of our hotel eating thick chocolate desserts and watching the Acropolis light up as the air around us cooled off.
Jet lag making us fall asleep early after our days adventures.