Santorini is the remnant of a caldera from an
 enormous volcanic eruption in 1600 B.C. –
(four times larger than Krakatoa).  You can see
 the circular pattern of the islands.
Our lovely breakfast patio in Santorini, Greece.
One of many mornings to come with thick, tangy
Greek yogurt and freshly squeezed orange juice.

Small shrines dot the landscape in Greece.  Rather
than commemorating a tragedy, they
are typically built to publicly thank a saint for some
kind of benefit.   Maybe bountiful fishing?

The cross on the Greek flag symbolizes Eastern
Orthodox Christianity, the established religion
of Greece.  The nine stripes represent the nine
syllables in the phrase Έλευθερία ή Θάνατοc which
 means “Freedom or Death”.

Foggy sunset over the Adriatic Sea.
Santorini is a relatively small island, only 28
square miles.  They say there are more churches
here than days of the year. 
Having hiked up the path and rock climbed to
the top, Mike is king of the mountain.  Look
closely, he’s a teeny tiny king!
The most beautiful Greek salad I’ve ever seen.  Little did
 I know that I would be eating Greek salad for lunch
 and dinner every DAY for the next two weeks.
Donkeys are a necessity in Greece, where steep
cobblestone roads make transportation difficult.
Some of the churches in Santorini were built
on private land by families to commemorate
a loved one.  Inside, you may find only a chair or two.