Have I mentioned I love Greece

Santorini is amazing!!! I have never been to a more beautiful place in my life. The island is partly composed by this immense caldera ( a basiny bay type thing) and the villages ringing it are perched hundreds of meters above the pristine turqoise sea. I am staying in Fira, and have only managed to go out to eat, go out and lay on the beach. I am seriously capable of doing nothing else here. Friday night I went out for a bite to eat and some of the most hideous wine I have ever tasted. I'm sure Greek wine can be lovely, but the cheap shit makes Franzia look delectable. Again, I blew all of my wine points to early, and my intended nap stretched until 5 the next morning. (Mental note, stop doing that!). I spent all day Saturday stretched on the beach at Perissa, popping into the absolutely crystal clear ocean whenever my skin threatened to burst into flame. (I am so not a tanner, but dammit I will try). I managed to not get too drunk, too early that evening and went out to grab some drinks. The first bar I stopped in was a place called Murphy's, some psuedo Irish bar, thinking it wouldn't be too clubby (I think I am getting old, but oonsk oonsk music and dancing on tables is getting less and less appealing to me by the day) but I was so wrong. As I was jammed by the bar, trying to drink my 10 euro cocktail as some generic Euro dance music blared, and I was observing the assembled grinding crowd with growing hatred, the beefy bartenders began to rythmically clang some bell to the beat of the music, much to the delight of a bunch of hooting multilingual girls. The next thought that ran screaming through my head was, "Must. Get. Out. Of. Here. Now" I downed my drink and managed to find a bar spinning old funk and R&B with a special on Sangria...perfect. I managed to run into to two kids on my way out who invited me to another bar. One was a Greek Brit waiting tables for the summer- whose favorite singer is Robbie Williams (no joke, and he is a presumably herterosexual 24 year old man) and the other a bartending Santorini native, with a somewhat tenuous grasp on the English language and a penchant for def leopard. We hung out at the club till around closing then headed to one of the guy's apartment, which was right off the main strip with a caldera view, to drink some Heinekins and watch the sun rise over the ocean. They both made merciless fun of my accent, but we talked mad shit and got stumblebum drunk together. I managed to pour myself into my tent sometime in the morning, all I know is it was real, real bright out. I have spent today, totally wrecked, face down by the pool. I was literally incapable of even making it to the beach .... Some sun and many bottles of water have improved things considerably, and I'm off to the taverna where my new friend work. They promised me some more horrible cheap greek wine...who knows...maybe when it's free instead of cheap I'll start appreciating the stuff....