We caught the ferry from Piraeus Port in the wee hours of the morning. The sky was dark but static; the dock lit up every few minutes with a crack of lightning, and then shook as the thunder reverberated around the harbor. Once aboard the ferry from Athens to Santorini, I slept most of the morning away, waking only after the storm had subsided. I felt quite like Odysseus out there on the Mediterranean with the dark blue waters, and matching sky. We sailed past islands, harbors, lighthouses and little towns, snacking on my new favorite chocolate bar (Ion brand that I bought from the Proton market, haha), and grateful that our trip was only ten hours instead of ten years. (Not for lack of scenery, but rather for the terrible Greek soaps that were projected throughout the cabin.)
