I belive I left off on the last post of our Fira to Oia walk, with us meeting “wild dogs”, not wild, just hilarious strays that wanted a cuddle, and us getting lost.
We met a big fenced in section of the path. We looked back to see where we had started:
There aren’t that many hikes that you get a clear view of where you started, and where you have to end up.
At this point, the golden stray was walking with us, we joked that we had adopted her and were going to some how bring her back with us. Since there was no road that we could see, we decided to follow the fenced in area. The Golden dog parted ways and disappeared. We heard her barking, and then 5 minutes later, she ran towards us, barked and walked behind a hill to our right. We decided to follow. She brought us to an old dirt road, she ran ahead and then darted to her left. We kept on following her, until we reached an awkward opening to a cliff. She had found a tiny walkway at the edge of the cliff. She started to walk. I of course, started to panic, I am a little afraid of heights! The view looking behind:
This whole section, became a hike. The loose rock made it difficult to find a step, it was the beginning of October, and the island had not seen a drop of rain in months. So, the little golden dog, became our Sherpa! She kept on going, showing us the way and where to step. We hadn’t met a soul, this was a walk that was beyond breathtaking. It was a spiritual journey. My husband and I rarely talk during our hikes, but this one became the one that we chatted about our future, of what we wanted and where we wanted to go. We stopped to enjoy ever turn, joked about our little Sherpa coming home with us, and after passing 2 churches with newly married couples exiting, we decided that we were going to come back and renew our vows.
I am not sure why this hike doesn’t have better reviews, it is one we encourage everyone who visits Santorini to make. I had posted about our Conquering the Samaria Gorge – it had rave reviews. We actually thought this one, was not only romantic, but more connected with the earth and water than the gorge.
We finally made it to the church, and our little Sherpa lay down. We shared our water and gave her part of some bread we had.
We sat on the stairs of the church, broke out our food and water and enjoyed the most breathtaking sunset.
We didn’t end up taking home our little sherpa, we did discover that she went back and forth 2x a week, and that there were many stray dogs that were treated like communal pets.
After all that chatting, connection, we understood why it was called by the locals Lovers Walk.