Hanging in Oia
A few summers ago, I planned a trip to the the small northern town of Oia off the coast of the Greek island, Santorini, with some friends. I organized the Mediterranean getaway meticulously, providing packing lists and detailed guides for our group. However when we arrived in Athens, I realized that I hadn’t heeded my own advice and had forgotten to bring a swimsuit.
I decided to hit the large department stores around Syntagma Square to find a bikini. After visiting several shops, I became discouraged—it was difficult to find a bottom that wasn’t a thong! Eventually, I found a bright-pink number with a semi-modest bottom. It wasn’t my normal style, but it covered enough.
One afternoon in Santorini, we returned to our villa after a day of lounging on the black sand beach of Kamari and hung our suits to dry in the Ionian breeze. Something about the color of the bright two-piece against the soft, whitewashed walls moved me. In the early evening light, this little scene perfectly captured the essence of our trip.
Lara was instilled with the travel bug at an early age and has visited over 25 countries. Her mother’s job as a flight attendant enabled a childhood of seeing the world. In addition to being the founding editor of En Route Traveler, Lara also works as the Art Director for the branding firm, Belmont Inc., in Alexandria, VA. In her spare time, she instructs high-energy Zumba dance classes, contributes as a Local Expert to AFAR, enjoys vegetarian cuisine, dabbles in photography and, of course, travels as much as possible.