This is my loving daughter, seconds before she seized the hook and whacked me over the head with it, then tossed my unconscious body into the ocean to feed the sharks. No, not really. She just left me on the dock, and I recovered a few hours later.
It's important to discourage your children from doing reckless and dangerous things. That way, after they do it anyway, you can make clucking noises with your tongue, wag your finger and say, "I told you so." This is another important parenting technique I bequeath to my kids.
At the cave houses where we stayed, the managers were Nikos and his wife Maria. Here is Nikos with the feminine side of the family. Jody is wearing her ID around her neck because she is anxious to get back to work.
There's actually only one street in Oia, so the adjective is unnecessary. But anyway, this narrow pedestrian street goes the length of the town. Views from before and after our fan club got word of our presence.
In the second photo you will see the famous Santorini windmills in the background. This was a comparatively not steep section of the path leading to the sea.
On one of the paths leading down from the cliffs to the sea, you pass (at a distance) this little church. It's not exactly abandoned, but it is certainly isolated, and we never saw anyone heading that way during the time we were there.
