The Hardest Part is Getting There.

The packing, the checking, double checking, security, delayed flights. connecting flights, crying babies, hungry belly, smelly passengers...

But then, after a relatively sleepless night in a suburban Athens apartment, my sister and I find ourselves on a Blue Star Ferry out of the Piraeus port headed towards Santorini. 

All the weeks of planning and stressing are over and ya know what?

It was all definitely, absolutely, positively, without a doubt... worth it.