One moment, an island How to fly in a bathtub hanging on a balloon, 300 meters above the sea. Magic of Santorini, where spring and summer is Instagram does not need filters.
I land on the island at dawn, when a fine veil of fog covers everything, and I struggle to realize where they are. I struggle to understand that the mounds of dirt and stone, covered with intricate very low sparse bushes, vines are: why in the desert climate only moisture is guaranteed the night dew, and always the Assyrtiko, the local variety, is grown low shot, to capture the mist, and woven basket to protect the grapes from the wind. I struggle to imagine what’s on the other side of the crest of the mountains to the machine gently climbs.
Then arrival in Pyrgos, I go down to the front lump sienna of Voreina Gallery Suites, entrance to the stairs to the studio, I reach the private terrace lapped by the slanting rays of the morning sun, I turn around and for the show I could fall in the paddling pool turquoise. A few hundred yards ahead of me, opens an amphitheater on a basin of blue sea precipice that the road from the airport arrival never would portend. The hem of frosted white houses: they are the “flying villages” of Santorini.
Hundreds of thousands of years ago, instead of the basin was a gigantic volcano during an eruption powerful, imploded and collapsed, sinking beneath the crater 400 meters of the sea and leaving everything around a high ring emerged. The volcanologists call caldera. Sixteen centuries before Christ, the settlers Cretan Akrotiri – a beautiful Minoan Pompeii – they realized that something was about to happen and fled by sea.
Shortly after, the volcano is now submerged performed in the most devastating explosion in history (it is assumed that the tsunami arrived in Egypt, could have generated on the coast alternating sea sucked and devastating waves that gave rise to the story of the Exodus Moses) and the archipelago took its present shape: the main island open horseshoe to the west, the smaller island Therasia to partially fill a piece of the destroyed part of the ring, and uninhabited islands, including the Vulcanello active Nea Kameni.
It is especially in Imerovigli, the highest of the villages perched on the edge, you breathe the feeling of being perched above the abyss, as the last ring of a stadium from vertigo. A swim in the infinity pool private of one of the whitest Astra Suites, you feel privileged to fly in a bathtub hanging on a balloon, three hundred meters above the sea.
The caldera is equally spectacular view from below, from one of the boats that line the beaches and rocks from the spectral shapes and vibrant colors: white pumice, olivine green, red, purple and black lava rock. The bottom “tinged” even water, which especially on dark rocks more heat from the sun is already perfect for a swim before spring. Spectacular landing in Oia, all of a terraced streets, walls white, cobalt blue domes, and a sunset very popular. Too popular: better wear comfortable shoes and walk on scenic trail that runs alongside the cliff, leading to Fira, the capital.
Night falls and the caldera becomes a black mirror surrounded by garlands of lights. But the colors are still at the table. A Pyrgos, away from the hustle of Fira, Selene serves explosive tomatoes yellow orange and red psychedelic round white balls Chloro, the local cheese; and then fresh fish and tasty meat, accompanied by fava – puree made with a type of grass pea that grows only here – and sweet white aubergines island.
But, first, the aperitif. Also in Pyrgos to Santo Winery, which transforms the fruits salty and mineral screws centenarian white Assyrtiko from citrus scent, or in the excellent sweet Vin Santo. Do not bother to ask if the name has come to our side of the Mediterranean along with the Crusaders who dedicated the island to St. Irene – hence Santorini. Sitting on the terrace overhanging the precipice, before bowls of olives and cold cuts, toast to the sun that falls between the islets of Aspronisi and Palea Kameni. This is the most beautiful sunset of Santorini. And when you see the sky apricot, raspberry and plum, you will understand that Instagram here does not need filters.