Trip Start Dec 11, 2012
70Trip End Oct 17, 2013
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Half expecting Meryl Streep to come dancing around the corner singing "Dancing Queen" in a pair of dungarees, we snaked our way through the postcard white and blue tourist town, squeezing by and patting the donkeys (Santorini's version of a taxi). The strange thing to realize, was that from being season workers in a tourist town and making fun of the tourists, with the changing of the seasons, we had reversed roles. Now we were one of the interchangeable tourists, blissfully unawares of the never ending activity going on behind the season workers' curtain.
For the first time since Portugal, our bikinis were triumphantly yanked out from the depths of our backpacks (at least this time we weren't going to blend in with the white sand)
Of course, to continue the van Embden ridiculous crack of dawn rises, we had to get up at 5.30am to hike from Thira to Oia. Here is a list of reactions we got when we told people we had done this:
"You did WHAT?!"
"But nobody does that! That must have taken you six hours!"
"You must be crazy."
">Insert Greek profanities here<"
The island time ended with a bang of fireworks and us crashing a wedding... Not an uncommon activity for our family.
We didn't get any cake, though.