Arriving in Thira on a bustling evening, we carried (more like bumped and wrestled) our suitcases through the sea of people as everyone made their way back from watching the sunset at Oia. We weren’t too fussed with the overpopulated sunset views, rather more captivated in where we were headed with the son of the Airbnb host. The steps leading us to a restaurant overlooking the water, where not only were we offered wine, but a spot for dinner to ensure all the tourists had left before we were shown to our accommodation.

Overlooking the caldera with 180 degree views of crystal blue water, cliffs that stretch the horizon lined with white, pinks and blue hues that made me blush. Bree and I spent every sunset and sunrise on that Airbnb balcony. The smell of fresh bread drifting into the small apartment, delivered daily and hung in a calico bag with a string on the door.

Our days filled with quad bike rides taking us along one way back roads, windy cliffs with Bree being chief driver, and well me, chief wine drinker and image taker.

A recommendation for somewhere local to eat, is my heaven. I would say it’s my version of Christmas actually! With instructions to make sure we arrived at a wharf at 1pm, we had only a small idea of where we would be going for lunch. Whisked off to the bottom of the cliff face, we were greeted by a small local blue and white café, where time didn’t exist but only the fresh breeze, seafood caught this morning, rose and a blissful swim in the salty ocean.

A few days and a ferry ride later we were in Mykonos where again a quad was hired, exploring beachside bars and cafes. Our accommodation was a little bit out of town which made it perfect for exploring secluded areas.