By Sarita
My inner monologue .. you know - the version of your voice that speaks in a poetic rhythmic way - is not needed here. The little island of Thia, we walked/ drove from beautiful cliff (lighthouse) to cliff (white church) sings its own kind of poetry, a mix of sounds and smells from ocean, goats, yellow flowers, to small tangled webs of wine grapes, has a rhythm that requires no extra words.
We visited three beaches today - red, black, and white - each so close but so vastly different. Red volcanic sand, black pebble beach, and white sand, begging us for attention and abandoned in the wintertime, home to well-fed and entertaining local dogs and cats.
Cliffs + beach = paradise
We visited 5000 year old ruins, Akrotiri, well preserved like Pompeii, and the best part of our road trip...
I made Alex pull over to a local market and careful picked out a bag of local oranges and tomatoes. I mentally did the math .45€ per kilo. Wait, how much is in a kilo again?
The total? Wait for it amid pictures of my favorite views...
63 cents!
Alex keeps asking me and no, I would not live here. Too remote. I do love those houses, but this place is for one visit.