Santorini (Thira)
September 25th 2008 Amongst the ruins we tramped. The occasional tree blocked the sun momentarily. Our feet stirred up a fine, choking dust. The hot, still air let the dust hang there for a moment. Then, if it didn't reach the back of your throat, it lodged in between teeth. I wondered if Santorini would be like Rome.
Looking out the Aegean Air jet, doing a flyby of this Waiheke-sized island (pop 12,000 + tourist
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