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It’s 8 pm and we’re on a ferry somewhere in the Aegean Sea.  In a couple of hours, we dock and begin our journey through Athens.
But before we get swept up in the cradle of Western Civilization, it’s only appropriate I give one last nod to the isle of Santorini.

Leaving you today was the hardest spot yet.  It was like tearing off a Flintstone’s band-aid that I had worn with great affection.  You are fantastically magical and have attached yourself to my core in unknown ways.

It is a place where Helios (the Sun God) rules each moment of the day.  Just look at this sunset.  It’s beauty is enough to make a grown man weep…

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After sailing between islands, tromping over a volcano, swimming in a hot spring and eating fresh calamari straight off the grill, nothing satisfies like a cool glass of Assyrtiko.
At least that’s what I always say…

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Santorini is mind-bogglingly beautiful…kind of like Tattoine, but on top of a volcano.  Still searching for the Mos Eisley Cantina…

But, in the meantime, the German Sekt waiting in the fridge was a nice touch.

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I’m becoming addicted to Greek coffee.  The slow caffeine drip of filter coffee can’t hold a candle to the rocket-power juicing of a frappe.  Hot damn.

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So my friend, Amy, who hails from the fair island of Rhodes, recommended this place: Gelo Blu. Home-made Italian ice creams in the center of Lindos village…I had them put some home-made ice cream in the center of my coffee.
Kat, however, couldn’t resist the siren call of the Mythos.

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My only request for Kat’s beer run was to include “some interesting boozy thing in a can”.  Along with a cold tall boy of Mythos and one of Fix Hellas, she came back with this beauty.

“OriGINal Long Drink”: Gin-Grapefruit drink.  Contains the following:  water, sugar, gin, carbon dioxide, acid, flavours, stabilizer, safflower and lemon extract.

Not too shabby, although let’s be honest, if I wasn’t on a beach chair looking out at the Mediterranean and bikinis, it would probably be a disappointment.  But right now, more “stabilizer” please!

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Entered a new country today.  Fun to see it reflected in the new beer choices.
Hello, Greece, nice to meet you.

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Our last night in Italy, and after lugging it around for a week, we cracked this beauty.  Wise before getting three hours of sleep before catching a taxi at 5 am?
Did I mention this is a fuckin Super Tuscan?!  Come on, people!

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Just in case you’re curious to know how to ask for a “shower cap” in four languages, here you go.
I particularly like the French term, and may just choose to forever refer to them as “douche bonnets”.

When in Rome

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So we found this old stadium…

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Ordered a glass of white wine for lunch.  The woman plopped down a new bottle.  Most Audacious Waitress award?  Or just good service?

View from La Morra, commune of Barolo. And, trust me, we needed this damn map. (All photos by Kat Bryant)

Driving south from Alba, on a foggy, rainy morning, the hills began to rise up around us like a misty dream. As our little Fiat traversed the windy roads, the world we were about to spend four days in came sharply into focus (see photo slideshow at bottom).

Hillsides swallowed up hillsides; vistas stretched endlessly to the horizon and tiny castles and towers marked hilltop towns in every direction. After countless pictures I’d seen of this area, I was ill prepared for the magnitude of it. The cathedral of vines on all sides was staggering. The land was blanketed from head to toe in tidy rows of them, many with stakes rooting each one to the earth. The sporadic hamlets and farmhouses seemed to be nuisances to the vines’ path, like large rocks in a lazy, green river.

The pride of Barbaresco

We had three winery appointments, which hardly even scratched the surface of the hundreds of passionate winemakers and grape growers who call these hills home. But they are top dogs, trendsetters, and innovators in this world. Over two days, we were welcomed into the cellars and tasting rooms of Aldo Conterno, Gaja and Renato Ratti. Each spent an excessively gracious amount of time with us and told us their stories and tasted us on their wines as we discussed life, philosophy, business and even beer.

For overview sake, Italy was not taken seriously on the quality wine stage until very recently. While growing a hell of a lot of grapes over a hell of a long period of time, it was not until the 1970’s and 1980’s that the country adopted winemaking practices that showed the world it’s capability of producing world-class wines. Much of this early groundswell began in Piemonte (a name that literally translates to “foot of the Alps”).

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On Italian trains, they don’t mess around.  It ain’t the usual getting your pesky arms or legs caught in the door here…

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A cliffside table, a plate of smoked swordfish, a mezzo litro of vino ligure da tavola & my lady. This is what it’s all about.

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After a three-hour drive south, followed by a half-hour bus ride, a two-hour train ride, and an ascent up four flights of stairs, we opened the window on this…

Now it’s time to gets bottle of Cinque Terre DOC Bianchi for the fridge and let the chilling begin.

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