8 years ago I took a solo two week adventure to Italy and Greece. It was before I had been really doing any blogging, before I was on Instagram, and at a time when I knew photography was going to be a big part of my life and I wanted to discover more with it. I took my little Canon Rebel with me, my kit lens, a fisheye, a hard drive, and a little Canon Elph point and shoot desperate for some sort of 'epihany' to point me in the right direction in my 30s. Besides the obvious excitement about an adventure and traveling to new places I was specifically hell bent on seeing the places that had been visualized so viscerally for me in cinema, music, and literature, and food shows. I had to have pizza in Naples. I needed to be on the twisty road to Positano. I wanted to wear capris in Capri. I wanted to have a Greek salad in Greece. And most importantly, I absolutely positively had to see the caldera of Santorini. My personal links to the Mediterranean are limited to a teeny tiny % of my DNA being Iberian (which trust me, was enough for me to be ELATED about - proof! I have a connection there!) - however my romanticized version of this region and subsequent level of exception is just hard to encapsulate into words. In a previous adventure (my first to Europe) I also traversed more of its coasts. From Barcelona and Nice through to Monte Carlo and Cinque Terre, I melted into this part of the world as though I had lived there my whole life. The food, style, music, art, architecture, everything has resonated wth me since I can remember. And with all this backstory, I give you the first in a series I would like to share of my adventures. And while Santorini wasn't my actual starting point - it was perhaps the destination I was most excited about so we're going to begin there. It was the most magical place I've ever been.