"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...