We watched the sun come up and hit the Acopolis while sipping coffee and enjoying our rooftop breakfast. The Acropolis is like tofu. It takes on whatever flavors you throw at it. At night it is mysterious and gracious, in the glow of morning it is pink and hopeful. Ever present over the city, ever watchful. Standing the test of time by being flexible and magnificent.
When I went to settle my bill at the front desk, the night man and the day man were performing their ritual changing of the guard. The day man said, "He is dreaming of sleep," and the night man said, "I am amazing, able to do my job while asleep." Then he confided that what he really needed was a drink.
One of the dogs of Athens decided that he either needed a treat, or a ride to the airport. After shooing him away from the taxi, he trotted down the street looking for more gullible tourists.
The flight to Santorini was an up-down. Nary enough time to open a book and read a chapter.
We arrived at our next hotel, the not-underselling-their-appeal-and-totally-honest-and-aptly-named Sunny Villas. We hefted out luggage down the staircase and through the narrow pathway, following the elusive arrows pointing to the office. Our host met us and started the long process of checking and double-checking our confirmation codes, passports, reservations requests, confirmation codes again, names, who was sleeping with who ("No, really, we are seven people who want six rooms."). When someone would interrupt his process with a question, he would say, "one second only."
All the checking was worth it though, when we saw the views from our rooms.
We are staying in the village of Imerovigli. My room is over fifty narrow stair steps to the main office, which is many more stairs away from the village, which has more stairs. There are lots of stairs here. I ventured out in the afternoon to take some photos. It is nearly impossible to get a bad shot here.
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