Santorini is an island that thrives on tourism. It makes sense though, since the white washed walls and blue shuttered buildings make it as picturesque a local as any can find. But, seeing as though the island makes nearly all its revenue off tourists, the tenants do all they can to ensure their guests have a thoroughly enjoyable experience. Which is why, when I was left stranded at the (tiny, three gate) airport upon my arrival, I became the talk of the island. The only two people left to keep me company was a lady collecting carts and a kindly, extremely helpful, rental car representative.
When the (previously paid for and quite expensive) hotel transport finally arrived, after a number of phone calls, I was not the happiest of persons. Yet, I smiled and spoke sweetly through gritted teeth to the driver and hotel owners. And then I walked down the white-washed stairs to my traditional cave-room overlooking the sea, when an Australian man stopped me to say he had seen me on the plane. Confused, I asked, "Wait... what? If we were on the same plane, then... um... how did you get here?" "Oh... the hotel taxi," came his response.
I should have figured my first taste of Santorini was just a prototype of things to come.
When the (previously paid for and quite expensive) hotel transport finally arrived, after a number of phone calls, I was not the happiest of persons. Yet, I smiled and spoke sweetly through gritted teeth to the driver and hotel owners. And then I walked down the white-washed stairs to my traditional cave-room overlooking the sea, when an Australian man stopped me to say he had seen me on the plane. Confused, I asked, "Wait... what? If we were on the same plane, then... um... how did you get here?" "Oh... the hotel taxi," came his response.
I should have figured my first taste of Santorini was just a prototype of things to come.
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Ahh, but how cute is that hotel room? :)
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