Katerina insisted that Oia’s sunsets were the best in the world. When my Greek friend – voice punctuated by exclamation points and national pride – spoke about her homeland, her enthusiasm left little room for doubt. So we dutifully joined the crowds of visitors clinging to the white stucco structures of this Santorini village. Breath held, cameras raised, we watched that giant sphere sink into hues of mandarin and scarlet, and finally, into the Aegean Sea.
“I told you!” Katerina applauded.
But Carrie, Kelli and I – who had all grown up under the boundless skies of South Dakota – caught something more than a gorgeous Grecian evening. We saw the sun exploding over our own golden plains: to us, the most beautiful sunsets in the world.
A reminder that those ‘best of’ travel moments are sometimes merely the reflection of that perfect place we call home…