Santorini was a volcano that erupted in 1630 B.C.. This is the view from my room of the caldera now filled with the sea and of the 1000 foot high cliffs. The white on top is not snow. It's the whitewashed houses.
I planned this island as my last stop in Greece, thinking it would be a great place to relax. The room I rented, though, was about two thirds of the way down the cliff side in Oia. Coming down the path was treacherous. Going up was a challenge. But being there was a joy. If I had been content not to eat or explore, my room and patio would have been fine. As it was, I was exhausted when I left the island.
Looking out onto this beautiful sea, however, was an experience of God.
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