Wednesday, September 5: As the afternoon stretches on and heats up in Oia, I decide I better get something to eat before I keel over. It hits me that I have been up since 5:00 a.m. for my travel from Crete, so I stop at a beautiful cafe overlooking the pristine village spilling down the caldera wall. I want to eat, drink, and inhale the fresh air and the atmosphere that is Santorini.
The cafe is quiet except for two British couples who are having a feast nearby. I order a Greek beer and some bruschetta, smothered with tomatoes, olives and feta cheese, and drizzled with olive oil.
I want a light snack because I am still hoping to have dinner at a restaurant here in Oia during sunset. However, this plate of bruschetta, smothered in olive oil, turns out to be quite filling. Plus, I should know better than to have a beer in the afternoon. As the heat of the afternoon wraps around me, and the delicious bruschetta fills my stomach, the beer adds its soothing effect. Pretty soon, I am feeling quite drowsy.
I’m interrupted from my drowsiness by the sight of the donkey-riding garbage collector.
I’m feeling very relaxed after this amazing lunch. How will I make it here in Oia until sunset?