a perfect day in santorini

Every trip has one: the day that, when you think back later about your entire trip, was the BEST day. It’s the day that becomes the quintessential summary of your experience. Sometimes it’s a jumble of all your favorite things from a span of days that you combine into a completely inaccurate representation of exactly what you did that day, and other times it’s the only day you can perfectly remember from start to finish. I’ve noticed that for me, these days usually involve three things: a complete surprise, something iconic, and a cute outfit. That last one sounds lame, but I find that I best remember the days when I really liked what I…

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baby you can drive my car

I hate to drive. Well, that’s a lie. I don’t HATE to drive, but I don’t love it the way some people do, and I certainly would never consider doing it while on a nice, relaxing vacation. I even feel stifled in the passenger seat of a car, and usually fall asleep within about five minutes anyway. I’ve never been the girl who “just needs to go for a drive” and when we’re visiting family in PA, I’m all about letting hubs drive around–who, generally, lies a little further on the “yes” side of the “do you like driving?” line. Because of this, we never really considered renting a car while on vacation–especially in Europe.…

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