
There are some places in the world that you dream about visiting; where a single picture produces a sigh of yearning. For me, the Greek island of Santorini has always been one of those places, and was therefore a compulsory stop on our trip last year to the eastern Mediterranean. The photographs of the white-washed buildings, the blue church domes, and the sea and sky merging in the background have always produced in me an intense longing. Those famous photographs are of the town of Oia (pronounced Ee-ah), perched high on the cliffs of the collapsed caldera, the remnants of a volcanic explosion.
Now, having visited Oia, I still sigh at the photographs, but I can also smile and remember. The yearning still remains – though not as strong – and so I have added the town to my list of places where I would like to spend a month or two one day, simply to write, read, relax, and enjoy. Though preferably not in the heat of summer.
I will let the pictures speak for themselves:



Gasp! I am yearning.
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Ooooh Ahhh. Stunning! Can they reach the water to cool down in the heat of summer?
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Yes, on the other side of the island there are lots of beaches to visit.
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Wow, I too yearn…
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