Santorini

When you see images of Greece, you are likely seeing pictures from Santorini. An island that is part of the Greek Isles, it is the picturesque location used in such films as Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Flying onto the island, you get an ariel view of the c-shaped island formed from a volcano many years ago (now doormat I hope). People make fun of the Myrtle Beach airport, but this really was a small airport with one baggage carousel. We meet up with our hotel transportation and began the trek into town. Arriving at the hotel, the outside was okay looking and the lobby inviting, but the room leaves lot to be desired. There are four twin beds with gross, old bedspreads on them, a tiny bathroom where I almost don’t fit in the shower and it suffocates me because the waster hits me in the fact the whole time and you have to put the key chain for the key in the hole for the electricity, so the air conditioner doesn’t run when you aren’t here. There is also a lovely draping of a fabric piece above the beds and I think the TV is maybe 13 inches (with no English channels, though we did find and E! from May 2008 on earlier).
So we just had to laugh about it because if not you would be miserable the whole time. We began venturing out, but don’t think you are going to get a map. The people here, like in Italy, aren’t very friendly or helpful. Even before getting here it was hard to get information on what to do and see. We spent the evening wondering through the hills and got dinner in time to see the sun set over the Caldera, or volcano area. One of the most irritating things here is trying to get your check. After finishing our meal we waited at least an hour to get our check which we practically had to beg for. Then dad needed to make a phone call so he is talking on the cell phone it’s windy and this old guy at a table too far away to be bothered is yelling for him to keep it down. First off, he was way louder in his request and very obnoxious. I keep my mouth shut or I would have chewed him out because if the idiots would bring out bill we would be more than happy to leave. Next they don’t accept credit cards, which is very stone age and annoying as well. And if we are complaining, I would like the woman behind me to stop puffing on cigarettes the whole we are there. Needless to say it wasn’t a great experience and the food was not great.
Many people make fun of eating at chains when you are abroad, but I have never wanted a McDonalds so much in my life. Safe, consistent, reliable food. We passed one restaurant where they offered the fresh fish of the day. I personally wanted the fish with the flies on it for the extra seasoning. Gross!