Breakfast
Breakfast was standard. Lon ate another one of those chocolate almond pastries but I resisted the platter of donuts.

Getting Lost
Santorini was by far my favorite stop, which is no surprise. Everyone raves about it and it is truly wonderful. Our boat anchored out in the water. We boarded tenders to get to shore, where we road the cable cars up the steep mountain side (while watching others ride donkeys up the mountain), arriving right in Fira, another touristy town. We decided to rent a Go Cart-like four wheeler to see more of the island in the few hours we had. First stop would be the famous black beach, Perissa. We got a little lost even though there's only a handful of roads on Santorini. The good thing is that we found an area free of tourists where we stopped at a bakery. As soon as you entered, there was an amazing aroma of fresh baked breads. The shop was full of local restaurateurs picking up bread for the day. We bought two to try and we headed out. I went to look for a bathroom and by the time I got back, Lon had eaten half the loaf (about 2 feet long). I ate the other half as we drove towards the beach. It was crunchy and crusty on the outside, soft on the inside, and warm, having just come out of the oven.