its been rocky

We got to Santorini, the island everyone likes since the volcano blew up and wiped out the Minoans. Though it caused a massive Aegean sea tidal wave, that was several thousand years ago. Im sure everyone that die would be happy to know their deaths meant a pretty sweet tourist place.

The first night here we settle into our campground bungalow. During the night I wake up to go to the bathroom. I decide against wearing my fancy and new sandles (the ones I bought in Cinque Terra lasted an entire 3 hours), because seriously, what can possible go wrong walking back and forth to the bathroom? Right before I got back to the tent, my quiet calloused heel lands on the sharp end of one of the rocks. The thing about callouses, they don't really get cut like normal skin, they tear. I realize I bleeding once I get back in the tent. In a sleepy daze I find my band-aids and just stick two over parts of my foot that aren't covered in blood. All in all, its a beauty of a 1 1/4in. gash. How did I just write that much about my foot?

Santorini isn't all about bleeding though, its about fun. Which it is. It has what has to be the most cramped club drag in the world. On this little alleyway street pretty much all the bars and clubs are located. What happens when midnight rolls around is that it gets super packed. Like those parties you've gone to and you literally are smashed next to everyone else, except this one you're still just stuck in the street.