Opa! Opa. Opa?

Upon arrival into Santorini, I went to bed.

The next day... I went to the beach at Perissa. Black sand, blue water, rocky scenery! It was amazing. I walked around and found a Thai restaurant, but their Thai food was only served for dinner! I got a chicken salad anyways, and it was fabulous.

Afterwards, I walked around and took photos along the beach. I bought the Lonely Planet guide to the Greek Isles, which is pretty good. It should come in handy in the next 2 weeks. Then I read my books and chilled out. The Canadian girls made it back into our room and I somehow finagled an invitation to dinner with them. It turns out, they were there with 4 other girls so I was rolling deep with Canucks.

During dinner, I was confused because I had been in Greece for more than 24 hours and still had not heard my first Opa! They don't say it when they are drinking, they don't say it when they are eating. When do they say it??? After a lengthy dinner in which it took the restaurant 2 hours to make our drinks and food, we went to happy hour at the bar across from our hostel. 2 euros buys you a shot of racca, which is like grappa, and a Greek beer. Mmm... not! We chilled until it ended and then headed to the beach to go out.

There is one cool bar where most everyone goes because it is open late. It is called The Beach Bar. Creative, I know.

We went there and the girls really wanted to go to Fera and go out. They seemed to be a little boy crazy, but I made friends with Sefia the original girl from my hostel. So we stayed and then started dancing. It turned into a whole night affair where boys would surround us and dance, timidly ask us our names in broken English, and then we would dance away from them only to be approached 5 minutes later.

We met a Greek boy named Yanni and after watching me dance for a bit he yelled, Opa! I was so happy to have heard my first Opa of the trip.