Perched on the edge of a cliff, draped with white painted houses, adorned with blue domed churches and sun exposed verandas, Fira is as warm as the sun and refreshing as the Mediterranean.
It was noon when we started our ascent to Fira. The sun was high, but in November, the Mediterranean sun felt cool and a tad warm to the skin. Although I'm so far away from the Philippines, this type of weather reminds me of Baguio. It is funny how the places we love seem to be transposed every time we experience or see some place like it. I guess it is true - there's no place like home. But I can't be talking about Baguio right now, this post is about Fira.
For lunch, there were so many coffee shops to choose from and they all promised a beautiful view of the sea, mouth-watering, sticky Baklava and a cup of Greek coffee. And since I'm a coffeeholic, I was interested in tasting the Greek coffee. I remember that our Turkish guide talked about the on-going debate on who makes the best coffee - Greeks or Turks. Well, when we finally found a place to eat lunch, I ordered Greek coffee (I posted about it here.); it was a caffeine shock to my system.
I thought this bar sign is very catchy. If I had more time to spare in Fira, it would have been nice to sit down, enjoy a drink or two, have nutella crepes (posted here), and relax.
It was common to see hotels, houses or rental homes perched on the cliff like this. This way, vacationers can wake up invigorated to the sight and sound of the sea. It must be nice eating breakfast or lunch while enjoying such a spectacular view.