With all the fuss movies make about Santorini, I discovered I loved Paros more. It’s just as quaint but without the snaking tourist buses around the steep roads, and that palpable hectic party vibe. Paros looks almost just the same but with a lively fishing trade at the port.
The surroundings are more relaxed, the air is cooler and the streets are made of marble (and stay marvelously cold even on a hot, sunny day!). I honestly felt bad for the residents of Santorini because they actually had to put up signs saying that houses (which were constantly surrounded by travelers taking pictures of the homes all times of the day) actually had REAL PEOPLE living in it (it’s a real house!) and request the throng of tourists with their massive cameras to not jump over the gate (who does that anyway???)
Cherie Altea Bitanga finds herself constantly making food, talking about food and around people who know food. Her daily adventures go beyond her own kitchen in Singapore, spanning from the nondescript holes-in-the-wall to sumptuous dining adventures. She believes in the art of slow food and scours places in hopes of bringing home unique spices, salts and oils. She is also the occasional artist and food writer who learned how to cook early in life by inheriting culinary family traditions from her motherland: the Philippines.
For over a decade, this blogger's career as an ESL instructor provided a multicultural atmosphere working with diplomats, celebrities, nuns, priests, politicians as well as high school and college students from all over the world. When she grows up, she hopes to cook for a living to celebrate her family's culinary legacy.
Yes, Paros is a giant marble crystal that leads to relaxation. It has long rated high among experienced island hoppers.