A while back I wrote a post about Athens and the time I visited my sister there.
I wrote about expectations and how it made me love the Greek capital.
While I was there we had time to visit one island. We still gave it some thought but ended up choosing the most famous one – Santorini.
The beautiful pictures of the island made it very attractive, and I was excited to see it for myself, and especially take pictures of my own of the many times symbol of Greece.
After a long eight-hour ferry ride, we arrived at one ugly port. Quickly we were surrounded by what felt like the whole island trying to sell us, well, pretty much the whole island. We evaded the crowd and found a way to get out of the port and into town.
We finally arrived and it was exactly like a postcard. Unfortunately, it was nothing more.
The beautiful houses, blue and white made for perfect pictures – but the whole experience started to feel a little bit disappointing.
The good part of visiting a place is to see what no camera can capture, and in Santorini it felt there was nothing else besides the perfect set. Even the people were not actually from there – a place made to tourists. No culture, no life, even no people.
I got a few amazing pictures though, but if I ever return to Greece, I will not be going back to Santorini, instead I can imagine some other island being much more interesting.