The last leg of my time in Greece was mostly spent in transit, wandering from one village to another and trying to soak up as much of the culture as I could before leaving. My friend and I moved to our second lodging in Kamari, a beachside town that was mostly shut down. It was incredibly quiet and peaceful, and the few places that were open couldn't compare to the Black Beach that Kamari is famous for.
I was so thankful to be able to experience it without the swarm of tourists, to just see black sand and blue waves stretching uninterrupted into eternity. We arrived at the beach around dusk and the setting sun cast such a pure blue light over everything, amplifying the already vivid blue of the ocean.
Exploring Kamari with such a blue light was magical in its own right, and it seemed to be reminiscent of a movie or television set to me -- how everything was composed, how the light made the mundane infinitely mysterious.
There were a couple of little super markets in Kamari, but this one was different because it seemed to have a restaurant above.
I also spent a fair bit of time in Thira, which is the capitol of Santorini. It was by far the busiest, most alive village in the island, and took my breath away yet again. In Thira is where I had my first, and sadly my only, gyro in Greece -- did you know they put french fries inside? I was not expecting that, but it was quite delicious.
While wandering I came across this store with my name as its own and I wish it had been open so I could see just what Indigo sold.
On the main street there was a café with benches just outside of it and I would sit 0n them, with this guy as my view and companion, to steal the free wifi and call my parents and gush about Greece.
On my last day in Greece I ended back in Oia, paid one last visit to Atlantis Books and took in the oceanic views. Looking at these photographs makes me want to jump on a plane and go back, just for one more day.