Santorini and Mykonos

The only way my life could get better is if everyone I love picked up and moved to the Greek isles. I can't even say how perfect our day in Santorini was. Wandering, discovering the greatest bookstore in the world, swimming in the Mediterranean, reading on a black sand beach, delicious food always drenched in olive oil, making our way down the caldera on steps covered in donkey's and their feces...ok, maybe not the last part. But it really was one of the best days of my life. Doubly so because I got to do it with David and he was just as breathtaken as I was.

Tendering to the island.

Riding the gondola up the caldera.

Oh man. The blueness....

Best book store ever.

Black sand beach.

David ignored me for days as he delved into the world of Blomkvist and Salander. It was very romantic.

The next day we went to Mykonos and ferried to the island of Delos, which was full of some seriously impressive ruins.

Best shirt ever.

  

Ancient street sign directing one to the local brothel. No kidding. (Sorry for the graphic nature of this picture.) 

The Mykonos beach.

And again, our Juan-friend made us a towel-friend.