Postcards from Santorini
3500 years ago, this island was the civilization’s avant-garde; it was the mythical world of King Minos, the Labyrinth, the Minotaur, Daedalus and Icarus. In one moment, everything disappeared. The eruption of the volcano of Thira Island has thrown the place into the obscurity and history was altered forever. The isle itself is a fragment of the sunken volcano. Each stone has risen from the deep, stretched, cooled off and then became part of the island as we know it today.
Santorini is the epitome of Greece’s embrace of the outside world. Many cultures have washed over Santorini’s shores and left their legacies. Many still come to laze in its Aegean charm and wonder of its past. Its people go about their lives between polite toleration and exuberant embrace of awe struck visitors.
Santorini is the white paradise in a sea of blue: red and black sands, hundreds of meters tall beaches, houses of a blinding white with cerulean roofs and a light, which vibrates in warm reflexes, projecting elongated shadows on the white washed bricks of the terraces. The glare of Sun on whitewashed buildings stung unshaded eyes and threw every other color into sharp contrast.
Under the hot sun, life has a dawdling course. A murmur of steps on the thin streets, bazaar hums, aromas and twirling shimmers, everything emphasizes in a charming music. Sitting in a rooftop restaurant, sheltered from the pounding Mediterranean sun by gaily decorated awnings, I gaze upon the streets and the horizon.
Postcards from Santorini
3500 years ago, this island was the civilization’s avant-garde; it was the mythical world of King Minos, the Labyrinth, the Minotaur, Daedalus and Icarus. In one moment, everything disappeared. The eruption of the volcano of Thira Island has thrown the place into the obscurity and history was altered forever. The isle itself is a fragment of the sunken volcano. Each stone has risen from the deep, stretched, cooled off and then became part of the island as we know it today.
Santorini is the epitome of Greece’s embrace of the outside world. Many cultures have washed over Santorini’s shores and left their legacies. Many still come to laze in its Aegean charm and wonder of its past. Its people go about their lives between polite toleration and exuberant embrace of awe struck visitors.
Santorini is the white paradise in a sea of blue: red and black sands, hundreds of meters tall beaches, houses of a blinding white with cerulean roofs and a light, which vibrates in warm reflexes, projecting elongated shadows on the white washed bricks of the terraces. The glare of Sun on whitewashed buildings stung unshaded eyes and threw every other color into sharp contrast.
Under the hot sun, life has a dawdling course. A murmur of steps on the thin streets, bazaar hums, aromas and twirling shimmers, everything emphasizes in a charming music. Sitting in a rooftop restaurant, sheltered from the pounding Mediterranean sun by gaily decorated awnings, I gaze upon the streets and the horizon.
