If I didn't miss my husband, I'd never leave Santorini

Can you even describe it?


We wandered the narrow streets, surrounded by white washed buildings, only to find that the best view was just outside a dress shop. What a lucky shopowner.


And the second best view was from the restaurant where we had orange Fanta, pasta, and moussaka.


Then we wandered the streets, eating gelato.


Today’s lesson: They say you can’t go home. The truth is, you can go home, but you can never go home the same person you were before you saw true beauty.