All the Movies Were Filmed Here…

white...blue
white…blue

…Or so it seemed as I anticipated our arrival at Santorini, Greece. When a place is so iconic, it’s hard to have a fresh viewpoint. I imagined donkeys and white-washed trails, a sparkling see-through blue ocean, white-washed stucco houses. Townspeople might wear red kerchief scarves standing next to clean white walls. I had my sunglasses ready, because, with all the blinding white-wash, I would need them.

As our smallish ship made its way into the crater-formed harbour, we passed a tiny hillside village. From the distance, it looked like a snow storm had landed atop a parched cliff above a warm sea. On this mini island, residents can walk from one village to another. That simple fact, that you did not need a car, a bus, nor even a donkey, to visit a neighboring town made me respect the differences between where I live, and where I was visiting. An island of walkers. Maybe movies have to focus on fictional romance or adventure to keep the viewing public interested. For me, though, in real life, walking, simple walking, is all Santorini needed to offer.

for walking
for walking

And so, once we got onshore, we took a stroll: up the cliff side with the donkeys, down the narrow tourist streets, around the nearly discarded post office. A few simple blocks toward the center of the island, we found a view to the opposite shore. Small streets (because, even though there were cars, who really needed them?) and bright houses, brilliant flowers against white walls, stonework, stucco and pathways. We got away from the crowds and walked more.

Then we went shopping for ouzo. Back home, I have a Greek friend who once, for ten minutes, tried to teach me to drink alcohol. Atop her dining room cabinet, she had an array of bottles that told me how little I knew about the variety in drink choices. I begged her not to pour me ouzo. I swore to her that it would never get past my nose. She chose porto for me, so I could sip and be as responsible as she is while drinking. But I was in Greece now, not just with a Greek friend. It seemed a ritual that I should do – buy ouzo, perhaps even drink some.

shop til you dr...ink?
shop til you dr…ink?

Stanley was surprisingly motivated. It’s funny how vacations change you. We bellied-up to a fancy Spirits store like it wasn’t the first time in our lives we had done such a thing. The store clerk offered us tastes of several Santorini wines. How gracious she was, and what delicious wines she selected. Then she brought out the ouzo. It was what I had come for, so it shouldn’t have terrified me. But there is something about ouzo that makes me call for retreat. Its smell: that oily, too-sweet, will-clean-and-polish-your-oak-furniture aroma brings about an instinct for survival. Run away, and run fast, my instincts told me. But did I mention the clerk was also compassionate? Immediately, she switched the bottle with a coffee-and-ouzo mixture. Made only on Santorini, she said, pouring us samples. Best thing I’ve ever sipped in my life. Better even than porto. She assured us that we could order online from home, and we made plans for becoming habitual sippers. Happy with future fun, and tired from walking, we went back to the ship.

But since then, we have never been able to find to the store’s website, and never seen this elixir advertised anywhere else. I had to wonder if this coffee-ouzo was fictional like all the movies had been. We should have bought some there, and tried to smuggle it onboard our ship, hoping that it would surivive outside the island of its birth. I am very surprisingly good at smuggling things onboard, and I will prove it in Velos, Greece.

 

Next up: Velos, Marsha’s smuggling capital of the world

 

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13 thoughts on “All the Movies Were Filmed Here…

  1. It’s wonderful to see you writing again, giving me the opportunity to enjoy your blog and your thoughts. This place sounds remarkable, and the pictures are incredible. Thanks for taking us along.

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  2. Santorini is on my travel list. My daughter had the good fortune to spend two weeks there on her way back from India. She loved it and I loved her photos. While black & white is my favorite color combination, white and turquoise blue is next. So relaxing and serene.

    Not a fan of Ouzo but Sambucca can bring out an entirely different personality. *grin*

    Keep the posts coming!

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      1. Still love chartreuse but now only in small pops of color. I’m really feeling the Scandi look, minimal.

        Translation: less to dust. *grin*

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  3. Oooh, a new side of you… smuggler! You grow more interesting by the day (or post, perhaps!). Wonderful post, even for me who is partial to Raki and black jelly beans that remind me of same! (wink)

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  4. Great story and fun read, Susan! I smiled at you ouzo adventure! That’s the only drink that ever got me drunk. It was when I was in my 20s visiting some of the Greek islands (not Santorini though). And I’ve been overly careful sipping it ever since… I hope you’ll find the coffee-ouzo 😀

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    1. Did you ever see that old movie “Moonspinners” (you are no doubt too young to have read the book like me!) So many young people have gone to the Greek Islands for their adventures. Of course, Hayley Mills was much younger than 20 then, I think, and there was no drinking going on on-screen. In Greece – imagine!
      And, actually, through some more really deep digging, I did finally find what I think might be the same coffee-ouzo. It’s on another website, and though I am tempted, I am very concerned that I’ll end up paying three times the value in shipping costs. …. perhaps it is worth it, it was that good.

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