We didn’t see many of these iconic blue-roofed churches – apparently they’re mostly in Oia, on the other side of the island.
After waving goodbye to J at Istanbul airport, the final four of us flew out to Santorini, via Athens. The trip was uneventful apart from a pretty heavy landing in Santorini – so much so that a few of us were checking the back of the plane as we disembarked to see if we’d had tail strike, but it appeared not.
Looking out of the blue-painted shutters to the terrace…
Two Weeks Away 