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We’re going back to Santorini on our upcoming trip. Although I’ve been twice, this is hubby’s first visit. Here’s a little taste from my last visit there.

Climbing down the 600 or so steps to Hades for the second time, I watch my step. You would think that climbing down would be easy, but it’s not. Careful to miss what the donkeys before me left, I take my time. I’m in no hurry to get there.

It’s hot. Litres of water are being consumed but with little effect. I’m tired and sticky. Sexy. Braided pigtails clinging to my neck. Freckles rapidly darkening in the sun. Why am I doing this to myself again?

Why didn’t I just stay at the top with the blue domed churches?  Just to prove I can? Is that reason enough?

Although I’ve been here, done this and have the t-shirt packed with me somewhere, the view stuns me as it did seven years prior and I find myself elated. Crystal waters lay out before me like a blanket, enveloping the tip of an active still volcano, grey in its ash.

Maybe we’ll take the cable car this time. Giggle.