The next day was Friday and I began my day with a photo of Andreas wearing his Princeton T shirt.
After the talks, Suzanne and I headed off to do some errands and recorded the car as we parked it in Piergos, another of the traditional villages,
and then walked through the streets of the town
with awesome views
and made our way up the narrow lanes
until Suzanne found a gift shop to explore
after which we climbed further up the narrow lanes
until we reached the traditional church
and recorded the views below
the saints in the church
the baptismal font
and more of the interior paintings
before we admired the exterior
and began the walk down
finally passing this staircase
on this named street
and then heading to this restaurant
overlooking the town
before the bread came
which amused Suzanne
as we noted the oil and vinegar
and ordered our Mythos
and water
before toasting each other because we now knew the purpose of clinking glasses
and then settled in to a lunch of salad with Santorini capers
saganacki
a lettuce based salad
and this eggplant dish
before having yogurt with honey saturated raisins
and a pastry to end the meal.
After getting some fruit from this store
we went back to Akrotiri and had a rest and then Suzanne
and I were ready for the boat ride
but the local dog seemed to prefer to sleep
as people gathered
and I recorded Benedict and his drink
as people headed to the boat
and boarded
with captain Andreas
and Antonio in the lead
as we sailed out
capably led by the skipper who we thought was named Popeye (or should have been).
We passed the red beach
and then the white beach
as the Funkhouser children watched
along with their parents
and then sailed on through remarkable bits of scenery
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Suzanne and I decided to go to a bar along the caldera for a drink to watch the sunset before returning for dinner and we found a place that was certainly a legend in its own mind as these signs show
and we admired the caldera and the sea below
and the views across
before noting the sun's position
and the broad context
as Suzanne settled in
amongst the flowers
and we looked out towards Fira
and at the clouds
and the sun
before our drinks -- a mojito for Suzanne
and ouzo for me -- arrived
enabling us to focus on the sunset
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