The light of the morning sun wakes us up as it pours in through the open window, warming the chill, crisp air. We throw off the quilted comforter, dress, and head out onto the cobblestone streets in search of the frothiest cappuccinos and flakiest pastries we can find. Energized from our breakfast, we begin our trek along the ancient stone walls that lead out of town up, up, up into the green hills above.
As we ascend, we gaze down at the landscape below: a handful of small red-roofed villages nestled between the rolling, stony hills and the sapphire blue sea, with salt flats and oyster farms sprinkled across the shimmering water and vineyards dotted throughout the land. As we walk along the walls, we feel the sunshine on our faces and smell the salt in the breezy air.