Breakfast at the hotel: tiny glasses of orange juice and miniature cups for tea and coffee. It's hard not to notice these proportions when you live in America and visit Europe. This being Greece, the land of honeybees, honey was served in a extra large salad bowl from which one had to ladle the honey out into a smaller bowl!
I'm losing my sense of proportion.
Nikos drove us around Santorini a little bit and visited Santo Wine, a terrace/restaurant on the mountain facing the caldera, a monastery, many churches and villages, and also a street with houses built into the mountain, where the pumice keeps the homes warm in the winter and chill in the summer.
We had dinner at Vasilikos, in Kamari Beach, where again, we had eggplant and fava, tarama, and Greek salad with the freshest tomatoes and feta. In front of each restaurant on the beach was a guy trying to get tourists to sit down and dine at their place. They were so aggressive and annoying that we probably skipped some good dining places only because we got too harassed by them. One of the worst was Romanian who spoke perfect Italian and told Italian tourists that he was Italian... Great hook!
Shocking tax on good: 24%.
Loved a "freddo cappuccino" that costs €3.5 though...
Very friendly store clerks, Russian, Greek, and even Romanian.
Santorini has 365 churches, most of them with blue cupolas like the one below. 
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