Walls were painted an olive hue, that immediately calmed the weary traveler, while white shelving, vintage leather luggage, frayed ropes, and industrial lighting provided a modern feel exuding both comfort and style. The serenity inspired by the unique decor was instantaneous. After we’d picked our jaws up off the floor, we were ushered into the reception area, where we were greeted with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice while the stylish looking woman behind the counter kindly checked us in. Shimmering waters, and – true to its name – a very golden looking beach. We started wondering if we’d booked a hotel that was maybe a little too secluded? And then suddenly, when it seemed as if we’d reached as far as we could drive, we took a left turn, came upon a sign for Golden Beach, and arrived the Poseidon of Paros, Resort and Spa. There were no hotels, and very few restaurants along the way. As we drove the noticeably flat terrain (the first thing you notice after 2 days climbing the ups and downs of Santorini), we passed scattered houses and the old town of Marpissa, an unspoiled, authentic village on the hill of Kefalos, where you can find ruins of an old castle and the Monastery of Agios Antonios (Monastery of Saint Antoine). We were picked up by a driver, sent by the hotel, at the harbour and drove the 20-30 minutes to Chrisi Atki, on the complete opposite side of the island. Not to mention, the bathrooms which had walls facing out to sea and undoubtedly the best view on the boat.Īfter the hustle and bustle of Santorini, the calm aura that filled the air in Paros was more than welcomed. Tons of space for everyone to sit on couches, with tables on every level and a restaurant/cafe smack in the middle of things. There was no cramming in between fellow passengers, running to get the first seat, or panic that you might be left standing for hours on end. Second of all, it was luxurious! Of course, this is coming from the backpacker who camped on the floor under a table on the ferry from Helsinki to Stockholm – so maybe take my opinion with a grain of (sea) salt. The ferry, by the way, operated by Blue Star Ferries, was BY FAR, the best ferry ride I have ever, ever taken.įirst of all, it was enormous. After 2 wonderful days spent lounging in Santorini, we took a 3 hour(ish) ferry ride to Paros. Long behold, nestled somewhere close to Naxos, floating in the middle of the Aegean Sea, was Paros. Paros? The first thing we did was Google it. It was only when we received the official invite that we realized they hadn’t been talking about Paris, at all. So when talk started circulating of warm climates and beach vacations, we were a bit confused. She’s French, they’d met in Boston (where the civic ceremony was held), and he’s from a beautiful part of Romania called Timisoara (I love you Romania, but Paris… is Paris). When our good friends invited us to their wedding in Paros, we were convinced they said “Paris”.
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