Day 16 marked our last full day in Greece, and our last bit of time in Santorini. There was nothing planned for us on this day, so everyone in the group went their separate ways to get whatever they wanted to done. My mom and I decided to walk the trail from Fira to Oia since we had quite a bit of time before our flight (yes, FLIGHT!) back to Athens.
It’s the blog you’ve all been waiting for: Oia! Oia is the picturesque town you see on every postcard, travel website, and Facebook post; Oia has whitewashed everything, blue tile everything, and quant, quiet (until the cruise ships come in) streets. Although we were only there for an afternoon, Oia was magical (it even made that ferry ride seem worth it).
I know you’re all very excited to get to Oia, but stay with me through this short post about our day in Fira. It is mostly photos, so don’t worry – no history in this post!
After a very good nights sleep, we woke up ready to go on our first excursion, to the Bronze Age settlement of Akrotiri. Akrotiri was destroyed in a volcanic explosion around 1627 BC, which buried the town completely in volcanic ash, preserving the town almost completely (think, Greek Pompeii, but much older).
This will be a short one, but is about our trip getting to Santorini and how you should always book a flight and never take the ferry.
As our trip neared its end, we made last two stops as a full tour group at Epidaurus & Mycenae. I’ll break these up into two posts, since I went a little over board on the history of Epidaurus (but it’s interesting, I promise).
The main reason I wanted to come to Greece was to put visuals to the stories that I learned in Latin class in high school as well as what I’ve read in my free time, and no matter what book you read or story you here, the Olympics are often mentioned. And now it was time to see the site where it all began.