The White Washed City

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”1785″ img_size=”full”][vc_column_text]When everyone thinks of Santorini they visualize the white washed city of Oia, but this Greek isle has so much more to offer. Because I stayed in the small seaside village of Kamari Beach I was forced use public transportation to get around the island. This allowed me to see some of the scenery and knew I had to rent one of the colorful quads, to fully explore this gorgeous place. I rented a small single seater blue quad for only $24 a day.

The twists and turns of the roads of Santorini often leave you wondering, who on earth would ever make a road with so many sharp bends, this was an adventuress’ driving dream. There were so many blue dome churches and small stores along the road, that this short trip quickly began to become an excursion.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_media_grid element_width=”3″ grid_id=”vc_gid:1507651660513-b1f51406-f378-5″ include=”1787,1788,1789,1790″][vc_column_text]On my last full day on the island I decided to climb to the highest peak of Santorini, Profítis Ilías. I arose with the sun, mapped out my journey, like any woman would, read and followed the signs. I quickly found myself lost and stuck in a sand dune. (Word of the wise, don’t try to push out your quad with open toed sandals on.)

This short mishap could not stop me from reaching the pinnacle, making me feel like Indiana Jones’ Black friend. The aroma from the budding flora was hypnotic but the sweeping panorama of Santorini quickly broke the spell. At the top of this mountain stands what used to be a functioning monastery, and a very profitable one. The serenity of the past slowly creeps up on you as you view wooden hand-carved shrines and relics that are gilded in gold.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_media_grid element_width=”3″ grid_id=”vc_gid:1507651660518-a1f5dda6-23f8-9″ include=”1784,1791,1785,752″][vc_column_text]The only thing better than the climb up this mountain was the descent down. The roads were so steep it left you thinking you were going to end up like Wily Coyote plummeting off the side. After holding my breath, I finally made it back to the black pebble beaches of Kamari in time for the mouthwatering sea bass that was caught that same morning. [/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]