The famous Red Beach of Greece. Which I had never previously heard of.

We visit a working archaeological site.

Tired of Greek salad? Senor Zorba has opened a little seaside Mexican joint.

It's like art within art, kinda.

Bell-issimo! (Would be cleverer if this were Italy.)

We stand before beautiful Eia while a conscripted photographer waits for the children to stop fidgeting.

That blue dome you've seen a thousand times - here it is!

Nicholas opens a chain of jewelry stores.

Just when we thought Santorini couldn't get any more charming, we found our way to Eia at sunset.

Caroline meanwhile is stereotyped as a ballerina.

Back in Santorini, the children have their caricatures drawn. Artist thought of baseball theme himself, I swear.

Standing at the top of the recently active volcano (also thought to be the site of Atlantis).

Taking a break for a cruise to the heart of the caldera (which we learn is Greek for crater, as in, volcano). At center is James, a boy from New York.

Helpful signs cut down the amount of time you spend wandering lost among the cliff dwellings.

Riding up the cliff with a mule driver whose English vocabulary consists of "No problem? Okay!"

Allie and the kids prepare for a little donkey/mule action.

The legendary Santorini donkeys, which are really mules, tho everyone insists on calling them donkeys.

Should also mention the sunsets are pretty decent up here.

Never did find out the elevation in our cliff dwelling, but it must have been a good thousand feet up.

And now - Santorini, where the view from our hotel somehow manages to outdo the view from Crete. Not recommended for acrophobes.

Here - mere moments after said high-speed water adventure.

A typical scene from our high-speed water adventure.

Still in Crete - we prepare for a high-speed water adventure!