There’s an ancient myth that Santorini was formed when the frisky son of Poseidon, Euphemus, got the daughter of Triton pregnant. Knowing her father would be angry she told Euphemus to collect a lump of soil from the island Anaphe and to throw it in the sea to make another island that she could hide on to give birth to their child. Euphemus named this island Calliste (“he most beautiful island”), and we now call it Santorini. One could easily stick with the original name, for Calliste surely still fits.

Today Santorini is a tourist destination known for whitewashed buildings, black sand beaches, blue-domed churches and magnificent sunsets. This naturally brings crowds, traffic and worst of all, Instagram poser types. But the place is worth the effort to get there. If you go, it’s best to linger awhile, so book a stay. The people are lovely and gracious, and incredibly, tolerate the crush of tourists quite well.