The moment we got off the ferry, we were faced with hordes of tourists, drivers and salesmen (of all sorts) - a world of a difference from our quaint, quiet Milos which we'd just bid a tearful farewell to that morning.
Santorini was too loud and too crowded.
After lunching on the best calamari at Roko's, we checked in and got on with the one thing on everyone's to-do list in Santorini - chasing the sunset. We did some intensive googling and then finally headed out after a friend handed over the exact coordinates of "the best place".
With what felt like 7 billion people also jostling for that winning angle of the sunset.
Soon enough we figured out why people pay ridiculous amounts of money to get to Santorini.
The magic doesn't end when the large, perfectly round sun slowly dips through the horizon, taking it's time as it shows off it's perfectness. In fact it's almost arguable that the magic begins after. The sky darkens, it gets a little grey. But bit by bit, shades of purple start to appear. They begin to blend with the rest of the orange at the horizon, and the most insane ombre sky appears.
And then you lean back a little to take that all in (there's a bit more space to do so by now, 'cos most of the tourists have seen the ball drop and the phase of grey and have moved on for their seafood dinners) and sigh an expensive sigh (because everything in Santorini is expensive).
By the end of the night, we'd spent a good 2 hours at the same spot staring into the bright blue cave pools we were too poor to afford. But that gives you a fair representation of Santorini already - blue, very blue, expensive but complete with mind-blowing beauty all around.
P.S. Still kicking myself for not splurging more on a cave pool 😣
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