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Greece

Forty years ago this summer, my maternal Grandmother traveled from her home town of Decatur, Illinois, to explore the islands of Greece. The year was 1971 and she had lost her husband the winter before. She traveled with two couples, and took a very similar route to the one that my Mom and I (her daughter…

Sunset Cruise

I didn’t think much could top our amazing day wandering the streets of Oia. But then we set sail again, this time on a Santorini sunset cruise. Not on our cruise ship though, but rather a traditional Greek shipping vessel, carrying us across the caldera to hike the volcano that made Santorini the unique geological setting…

Santorini

Sometimes traveling long-term can make you a bit jaded. You find yourself halfheartedly remarking what a nice mountain that is while your thoughts wonder to what you are having for lunch or sighing, yeah, that beach isn’t bad while you fiddle with your phone. You become spoiled. And then you go to a place that stops…

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Both the delight and the bane of cruising is the fact that every morning, you wake up in a new place. Today, it was a delight, as we just weren’t the biggest fans of Crete. So we got a new day on a new island: Rhodes. Rhodes is the largest of the Dodecanese islands in terms…

Knossos, Crete

Our first port of call on our Mediterranean cruise was Iraklion, Crete.  It was kind of a throwaway stop for me, and as I couldn’t find anything in my guidebook or online that made my heart go pitter patter (other than the pre-vetoed Cretaquarium) I had given my Mom my blessing to plan the day as…

Striking Cabs in Greece

The taxi strike that saved us some cash by forcing us onto a shuttle bus from the airport into Athens was still raging on two days later as we scrambled to find a way to get to the pier. Little did we know we were approaching a decision that would lead to the lowest point in…

48 Hours in Athens: Falling For The Capital of Greece thumbnail

Athens was a whirlwind of heat, history, and protesters. It all began with a happy reunion in the arrivals terminal between my mom and I, having said goodbye six weeks before. We were not, however, joined by my mother’s luggage, which turned out to be a blessing in disguise since the country-wide taxi strike forced us…