Bookworm on Santorini
I could have done without Santorini. It’s very picturesque, but that’s all. The problem is that it’s not my kind of picturesque, meaning that once I’ve oohed and aahed over how it sits all whitely on the top of a cliff overlooking the sparkling blue waters, there’s not much left for me, except for heat, crowds, the pervasive odor of donkey pooh, and shopping, none of which are my cup of tea.
