Thirty years ago, Lawrence Durrell wrote of Santorini in his book "The Greek Islands", “It is hardly a matter of surprise that few, if any, good descriptions of Santorini have been written: the reality is so astonishing that prose and poetry, however winged, will forever be forced to limp behind”.
Today this still applies, and will I believe, be so for forever more, for the line between art and reality is severely blurred on this jewel of the Aegean.
I stayed a House Nicoletta, a traditional cave house perched on the cliff face overlooking the Caldera. Partly carved out of volcanic rock, inside, House Nicoletta is a mix of mustard, burnt cherry, terracotta and slate grey. It’s divided into two separate and self-contained houses joined by a set of external stairs within the complex, and a set of stairs which runs along the side the building.
Make sure you get off the Centuries-old beaten track and explore the little footpaths and alleyways which crisscross the village. But make sure you do it early morning or late afternoon to avoid the crush and the heat!
Santorini – come with little (as you have to carry your own luggage) and leave laden with images indelibly etched in your brain and with a deep sense of peace and serenity, for you will have tasted the life of a Lotus-Eater and sat on the footsteps of heaven.