Today marked my fourth and final day on Santorini, and it was quite
uneventful although it does deserve a post of its own, even if a quick one.
I woke up to the sun shining through the thin curtains in my
room and opened the door of my balcony to perfect warm weather, the sea breeze,
and the sound of the ocean. I could tell it was going to be a gorgeous day.
After getting ready, I went down to check out and ordered an
English breakfast, complete with homemade scrambled eggs, bacon, toast with
butter and strawberry jam, Lipton vanilla caramel tea, and a slice of homemade
cake. The cake was on the house, and although the other girls didn’t fancy theirs,
I thought it was most delicious and even scraped my little plate with my cute
little fork to finish as much of it as I could.
Because my flight wasn’t until seven in the evening and I
would be coming back for Mr. Stelios to drive me to the airport, it wasn’t
necessary to completely leave the hotel after check-out.
After breakfast, I returned the car. I returned the keys,
showed the lady at the desk my contract, she briefly looked at the car, and
told me thanks. I couldn’t believe it. No thorough inspection with a magnifying
glass, no mileage scrutiny, no fine-tooth comb inspection… just a ‘thank you’.
I smiled and left before she changed her mind.
Once back at the hotel, I grabbed my beach gear, borrowed a
beach towel from the reception, and walked down to the black sand beach just
meters from the hotel. I spent about six hours on the beach today, just lying,
tanning, testing the chilly sea water, and talking with my new friends.
Around 4:30 I headed back to the hotel to be chauffeured to
the airport to catch my flight back to the mainland, which was on a plane with…
propellers. I had a mini freak-out session in my head while waiting in line to
climb the stairs to board the plane on the tarmac. Once on board, I was seated
in seat 9D and even with the right propeller. Yay. Freaked out? Yes. I’m not
even going to play it off as though I wasn’t. However, because it was a
propeller plane and not a larger Airbus 320 like the one I took to Santorini,
the plane couldn’t go as high. This meant amazing photos of the Greek islands
from the air, and a new fan of propeller planes.
Until next time, Santorini. We shall meet again.
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