Greetings from Santorini, also known as Thira. Santorini is the Venetian name, from when the Venetians used to go around doing things like conquering places in the Aegean and destroying the Acropolis frieze. Thira, I guess, is the original or more ancient name for this island. Either way, we made it to the Cyclades, after some more adventures on mainland Greece and a few days in Crete.
We’re staying in a town on Santorini called Imeroviglia, and it is totally idyllic here, at least at the little condo-type-place we’re staying. It is clean and cool and airy, and while I generally scoff at the concept of sitting by a pool when there’s an ocean (sea?) nearby, I have to say I quite like it here at this pool, looking at the fig treest and shaded by some other type of tree I can’t identify.
Santorini is very pretty, so far, and is evidently the most touristed place in Greece. According to A, the guidebook said something like this about Sanorini: “If you are under 25 years old and you want to meet other people your age and probably have sex with them, this is the place to go.” Oy vey.
At the ferry port we saw a whole bunch of American kids who can only be described as “dudical,” my favored term to describe fratty white guys who I prejudge because I am a terrible person, but I am probably right about. The guys selling the ferry tickets seemed to prejudge some of those guys too, because they gave them a very hard time and wouldn’t let them pay in cash, for seemingly no reason (we had just paid with a card and they were perfectly pleasant to us. Ha ha.) I am not sure whether this was in resopnse to anything, (maybe the book also said that Santorini was like Spring Break all the time, or maybe one of the kids said it) but Joe kept muttering to himself “Spring break all the time? Really? Is that really necessary?”
We took a cab from the ferry port, and it passed through the larger town of Thira, which seemed to be totally full of souvenir stores and places to rent ATVs. Didn’t seem so fun to me, but I think we’ll go back and check out the town later. For now, I’m glad we’re staying here, where it is very very quiet and breezy. No evidence of permanent Spring Break.
You guys really get around! And here I was just about to ask you how Paris was, but you’re already gone . . . I saw your last few posts. We miss exactly the same things. And (weirdly) did many of the exact same things in our last two weeks. When do you get back to NYC? Hopefully we’ll see you there soon!
By: Louis on July 5, 2010
at 11:10 pm