A Magical Morning in Our Cave Hotel
Waking up in Santorini is like waking up inside a postcard, but with better WiFi. Our hotel room? A cozy cave on a cliff, because who needs regular walls when you can have rocks? Natural light poured in from the door facing the west, teasing us with views of the Caldera that are too stunning to be real.
At 6 AM, instead of hitting snooze, we were on WhatsApp, showing off our cliffside abode to family and friends back home. “Look, no neighbors, just ocean!” I joked, while they pretended not to be jealous.
Figure 1: Breakfast spread almost as lovely as the view!
We discovered the hotel’s infinity pool overlooking the ocean. I vowed to plant myself in that pool and become a mermaid by the end of our stay. The breakfast was an epic feast: fresh honey and cinnamon crepes, Greek yogurt, muesli, and a chocolate croissant that I’m pretty sure winked at me. Romance? Check. Carbs? Double-check.
Hiking from Fira to Oia: The Sweat-drenched Path to Beauty
Figure 2: Romance Along The Way ❤️
Our agenda? A hike from Fira to Oia, because who doesn’t love a challenge before noon? The path wound through towns and cliffs, showcasing views so breathtaking they should come with a warning label. The sun was less harsh, but the lack of shade turned us into a sweaty mess. Vanya faced a sunstroke, and Nidhi got dehydrated—adventure, right?
Figure 3: Meandering Cobblestone Pathway
As we hiked, we noticed the quirky Santorini rule: flat lands for farms, cliffs for luxury hotels and resorts. I saw resorts with private infinity pools per room and whispered, “Next time, my precious.”
Oia: The “Far” Village Where Charm and Sunburn Meet
Figure 4: A Welcome Fit For A King 🤣
Arriving in Oia was like stepping into a glossy travel brochure but funnier. The town, rebuilt after an earthquake in 1956, sparkled with marble streets and posh resorts. We were hot, tired, and ready for ice cream salvation at Lolita’s. The vanilla flavor was so good, I considered writing it a love letter.
Figure 5: Nidhi Enjoying The Vegetarian Gyro
Post-ice cream, we sampled dessert wines at Eruption Wines, where I fell head over heels for a cactus dessert wine. Yes, cactus. Because grapes are so mainstream.
Lunch at PitoGyros introduced us to the world’s best Pita with Chicken Souvlaki. It was so flavorful, I nearly proposed to it.
Evening Romance: Pasta and Laughter
Figure 6: Pesto and Arabic Pasta At Figo’s
After a much-needed siesta, our evening in Fira was leisurely and filled with random store stops. Dinner was a toss-up between Mexican and Italian, but as I said, “Why eat America’s food in Europe?” So, Italian it was at Figo’s. The pasta? So good, I wanted to serenade it with a badly sung Italian opera.
Figure 7: Beatifully Lit Mountain Pathway, Fira, Santorini
Back at the hotel, we relaxed on our balcony, the perfect end to another day in paradise. Tomorrow, I might just turn into that mermaid or at least eat my weight in more crepes. Stay tuned!