Santorini Sunshine

I want to tell you that Santorini is all kinds of beautiful but it just doesn't feel right to tell you a lie.  Those beautiful white houses topped with blue domes? They're only found in two tiny little towns filled to the brim with selfie sticks, Chinese tourists and wanna be fashion bloggers (oops, guilty, guilty and guilty? heheh...). It's like walking into Times Square in New York, but with better weather and fresher seafood.  I hate to break it to you but the island is not a swash of white and blue left and right, up and down. Instead, much of it is a rocky terrain dotted with sparse vegetation, like sprouts of hair on a balding head. 

Did I thoroughly ruin Santorini for you yet?

Good.

Breezy Swirls

"Hello there, my name is Jennifer. How do you do?"

It's been so long I feel like I have to reintroduce myself in case you've forgotten about me already. 

It's been a hell of a few weeks but I finally feel like I'm settling into a routine in Hong Kong. I'm starting to get the hang of where to go for lunch, when to go to avoid the crowds, but most importantly, how to get around without stepping out into the 100% humidity here. The air is so wet and heavy it feels like you're underwater. I kid you not when I tell you that the walls here sweat. Literally, they perspire. The walls.