"Excuse me, which way is the promenade?" I ask an elderly shopkeeper in fluent Czech, but she just vacantly stares back. "Девушка, я вас не понимаю. Говорите, пожалуйста, по-русски," she finally replies. Miss, I don't understand you. Speak Russian, please. "Which way is the promenade?"...

If I ever have to create an impressive sounding street name, I've got myself covered. After a week in Santorini, I've officially been transformed from tame globetrotter to wild sunset hunter. Hordes of tourists besiege the island of Santorini every year, eager to bask in the...

No Greek postcard is complete without a kitten warming its paws on a blue roof or a donkey climbing up jagged rocks. Santorini clearly aims to please, because not a single day goes by on the island without a similar sighting. Instead of fawning over...