CHAPTER 35
Our time on Santorini was drawing to an end, and one of the last empty check boxes on our list of things to do was hiking the ancient trail from Oia to Fira, the principal city of the island, along a narrow, cliffside path that encircles the caldera. We left early in the morning, and were treated to a spectacularly beautiful day- crisp clear skies blanketed the charcoal and umber cliffs of the island, which in turn gathered the deep blue of the sea-filled caldera into a chalice that you could almost drink from. The hike was not difficult, but constant stops for photographs while my traveling companions kept walking left me playing a sweaty game of catch up, almost like I was running sprints back in my old gridiron days. Towards the end though, the heat and humidity was taking its toll on all of us, bringing to the minds of us all the desire for a shady seat and a cold beverage. Luckily, Fira happens to be home to Santorini’s one and only brewery, where, after a short but chaotic transfer on the local bus, we duly indulged in the homegrown favorite- the Crazy Donkey IPA- appropriately, if not intentionally, emblematic of our dogged Hellenic trek earlier that day.
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