Following our sister ship, the Cristal Olympia, to the port in Santorini.
That is not snow atop those hills, its houses.
The island of Santorini and the other islands nearby were formed by the volcano which sank the center of what was once one large island. Some say it was the lost continent of Atlantis.
There is still an active volcano there under the sea and you can see massive hills of volcanic rock of various colors on the islands.
They say the soil is very fertile due to the lava ash.
We go ashore via tender boats again. They say ships can't lay anchor there because it is too deep so they keep moving while we are on our excursion.
A view as we drive up the mountain. It was a narrow road with switch backs and we kept meeting buses and semis.
Looking out from the top we could see some farm land on the other shore.
We arrive at the town of Oia.
What fabulous views there are.
This gate was just asking for a photograph.
It is the churches which have the blue tops.
So many people crowd the houses together on the cliffs overlooking the sea. Of course they all want the view.
Churches showing off their brilliant blue tops.
But not all churches are blue.
It's us...on Santorini!
The place is so photogenic.
This entrance is down from the street and the back of the inner room would face the sea. Does it have a window? I don't know.
The classic shot!
A windmill.
They are crowded so close to each other on the rocks.
On the way down we saw what appears to be a church on the mountain side.
I tried to get the blue churches in a line. Beautiful!
Self portrait.
We just had free time to roam around the town. Looking at the clock tower.
The old houses are all turned into shops.
A small alley going toward the sea.
I am not sure if this cave is a house but we were told that poor people still live in caves.
The hills are made of many different colors of lava rock.
We saw Brad Pitt's home worth 8 million Euros. Just the top though as it was inside a high wall.
This is the little harbor our tender boat came in on. I am looking over the edge from the bus on the switchback road going back down.
That is not snow atop those hills, its houses.
The island of Santorini and the other islands nearby were formed by the volcano which sank the center of what was once one large island. Some say it was the lost continent of Atlantis.
There is still an active volcano there under the sea and you can see massive hills of volcanic rock of various colors on the islands.
They say the soil is very fertile due to the lava ash.
We go ashore via tender boats again. They say ships can't lay anchor there because it is too deep so they keep moving while we are on our excursion.
A view as we drive up the mountain. It was a narrow road with switch backs and we kept meeting buses and semis.
Looking out from the top we could see some farm land on the other shore.
We arrive at the town of Oia.
What fabulous views there are.
This gate was just asking for a photograph.
It is the churches which have the blue tops.
So many people crowd the houses together on the cliffs overlooking the sea. Of course they all want the view.
Churches showing off their brilliant blue tops.
But not all churches are blue.
It's us...on Santorini!
The place is so photogenic.
This entrance is down from the street and the back of the inner room would face the sea. Does it have a window? I don't know.
The classic shot!
A windmill.
They are crowded so close to each other on the rocks.
On the way down we saw what appears to be a church on the mountain side.
I tried to get the blue churches in a line. Beautiful!
Self portrait.
We just had free time to roam around the town. Looking at the clock tower.
The old houses are all turned into shops.
A small alley going toward the sea.
I am not sure if this cave is a house but we were told that poor people still live in caves.
The hills are made of many different colors of lava rock.
We saw Brad Pitt's home worth 8 million Euros. Just the top though as it was inside a high wall.
We are due back on the ship by 8:15 PM for our sailing to Athens overnight. Tomorrow morning we leave the boat.
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