Greece wasn't even in the initial "plans" when we first started traveling. When we left, we had roughly the first 4 weeks completely mapped out and booked, leaving about 8 weeks to try and figure out. What I didn't realize was how totally and completely drained I would be after that first month of travel. Don't get me wrong, travel completely fuels my soul. But changing cities and accommodation every other night for 5 weeks straight is exhausting. The idea of hanging out in a laid-back setting for 2 weeks or so was exactly what I needed. And sleeping in the same bed for more than 3 nights - what a concept. On a last minute whim, I found super cheap direct flights to Santorini from Rome. And just like that, we were on our way to Greece. The gotta-always-have-a-plan self in me would usually be freaking out at the concept of not having an itinerary, not having anything booked ahead of time. But travel has taught me that not having a plan is the best plan of all. Always learning the joy in being fully present and open to each and every experience.
After a few days in Santorini, we took the sea ferry and found ourselves on the island of Paros. I've been wanting to visit this little island for years. Slow paced, country living where the flowers are abundant and the water is crystal clear. We stayed at the most beautiful guest house on a farm where the owners made their own wine. It felt like home and was everything I envisioned and more.