grease? greece

so now that i've left the island of santorini, a few words about it. it used to be a volcano, actually, correction--it still is a volcano and the island, which is quite large was part of some eruption that created it. the black beach of Perissa, where we stayed, is black because of lava (or to quote dr. evil, "hot magma!") it is also believed to be the Atlantis. not sure how that works since Atlantis sunk and santorini is perfectyl above ground, but i think, maybe, the civilization used to exist and went under and santorini was created in its place???
we stayed at a hostel booked by carla (yes hostel because it is full of 20 somethings taking a vacation after studying abroad in Italy (cause where else would you study?), Aussies traveling the world because that's what Aussies do, and an occasional 'real' adult on a long sabbatical who is sort of questionably weird but really totally benign. the hostel is 3 steps from teh beach, came equipped with a pool, free internet, and a bar...and friendly neighborhood bartenders with amazing eyes :). the rooms had private showers, although when i say shower, i mean faucet and showerhead that you hold in a designated corner of the bathroom watering yourself like an elephant in teh zoo, while maneuvering as to avoid getting the daily supply of toilet paper wet. speaking of toilet paper: you cannot flush it in santorini. it is, rather, deposited in a basket. this was hard, not just because it's sort of borderline gross but because you inevitably end up forgetting and just flush it anyways. totally do not get why the santorini plumbing can handle feces but not paper.
every morning we would wlak to the main road in town to visit the bakery. the baker who ran this place 24 hours learned to bake from his father. the most amazing smells came out of this palce. and whatever you purchased, you were gifted a sesame breadstick..mmmm...
everybody seems to know everybody. the island is small adn operates on tourism so getting on a bus or getting a taxi--someone just calls someone and then we stop on the road to chat because you always seem to run into a cousin or an uncle-in-law.
because of constant sun exposure, my hypothalamus is totally off. i'm radiating heat adn at the same time constantly chilly, breaking out into involuntary shivers like a newly developed tic disorder or a bad tweaking meth overdose. it's sort of embarrassing. despite that, and the fact that i've eaten a considerable share of greek salad to last me a good while, this was great. the island is beautiful, there is so much to do--it's definitely going on the list of places where, when i'm older and have scored my sugar daddy, i could purchase some lovely property to watch the sunset and sip local wine.