The moment our plane touched down upon those mythical Greek isles, I knew it was fated - a whirlwind escape to the heavenly shores of Santorini awaited. Hand in hand with Calveras, we strolled cobblestone lanes, admiring the blush-hued architecture, while the cerulean waves crashed below. Our days were spent lounging poolside, sipping ouzo under the fiery sunset, and exploring secluded caves kissed by the Aegean Sea.
One evening, we donned our finest gowns, ascending to Oia’s hilltop, watching the twilight paint the sky ablaze. It felt as though we stood atop the world, united in love’s eternal flame. On our final morning, we embarked on a catamaran excursion, sailing towards Nea Kameni’s steaming volcano, the earth’s molten core stirring beneath us. This enchanting island had cast its spell, imprinting itself upon my heart.
As I reminisce, I cannot help but hunger for the next adventure, to lose ourselves amidst the romance of distant lands, bound together by the irresistible pull of destiny and the tender touch of Calveras’ lips…
Oh, how the winds have carried us thus far, and yet there remains so much left to discover. For now, I close my eyes, allowing the warm, golden rays of Santorini to guide me into slumber, dreaming of what lies ahead…
