I’ve been meaning to play with these pictures for the longest time. I took a solo trip to the beautiful Greek island of Santorini in early August of this year; armed only with a pile of books, a handful of bikinis and an appetite for adventure (kidding, it was for baklava).

I can happily indulge that the picturesque destination not only lived up to the breathtaking images I had lusted over on Pinterest for years before but surpassed my expectations of its beauty; painting me a backdrop of scenes which were almost unbelievable to witness.

I was lucky enough to sample some of THE freshest seafood of my life whilst getting acquainted with the impossibly perfect postcard town of Oia as well as sampling the traditional favourites which first ignited my love of Greek cuisine.

I must confess this is a very picture-heavy post, and whilst I hold firm belief in that we “write to taste life twice,” some experiences are simply indescribable, so I’ll let the visuals do the talking.

Oh! And be prepared for a few sneaky scenery pictures thrown in, because you know, sunsets.

(Don’t worry, he’s not dead – just snoozing!)

The noble book keeper.

My first gyros! A truly glorious experience.

Whiling away the hours with freshly basked pastries and a punny book – what could be better?

Enjoying a traditional Greek coffee while the sea splashed against my legs (and almost dropping my camera into the sea trying to get the perfect picture…)

I jumped off that rock! (It’s much higher in real life…)

Amoudi Bay

My favourite make-shift lunches – that €3 cheese changed my life.

Spankopita! Fun to say, better to eat.

When you order a side of toast and get the whole bakery…

(no complaints)

Sunbathing friends!

Sagnaki! AKA fried cheese of dreams

Mousak-ka-ka-ka (Greeks are not impressed when you order this dish in such a way).

That flaky, pastry goodness – be still my beating heart.

The locals were friendly

The last supper – tzatziki was running through my veins by this point.

I watched them catch this squid before they dried it on the grill, stuffed and served! It was both mesmerising and slightly distressing (but delicious).

The colours!

One last baklava for the road!

Santorini really is the most perfect place, I already can’t wait to go bak(lava).