Greeks, and Everyone Else Who Wish They Was Greek

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Being in Oia Santorini Greece, felt as if I died and went to heaven. All the pictures I have ever seen of the iconic white buildings and blue rooftops simply did not do it justice.  The culture, architecture, people, and food were enough to make me start telling people I’m Greek!

We stayed at Andronis Luxury Suites, a beautiful hotel that cascades down the side of the mountain. Each suite is built into the cliff side, making every room a luxurious cave named after a Greek God. We stayed in Dionysus, the God of wine and art, where we had our own private cave hot tub over looking the Caldera. Our first night there, we played in the infinity pool all night and watched the sun set over the Aegean, while sipping on Sangria and Miami Vices.

We walked the whole city on foot and when we couldn’t walk anymore, we rented a four wheeler and drove around the entire island. I finally got to live my Mary Kate and Ashley moment, by having a very handsome man (aka my husband) on a quad, drive me around a foreign country. Take that Olsen twins.

Swimsuit: Jessika Allen | Romper: Urban Outfitters