Dreaming of somewhere white and warm...

On these chilly, white and wet days of winter I find myself dreaming of a place from my past travels where it was all white and warm.
A place where you can walk up white stairs, to a roof top dinner and an incredible view of the volcanic caldera cliffs.
A place where the vibrant colors meet the whitest of walls.

A place to feast on a meze of tomatoes drizzled with olive oil, Feta and olives. A place where you can't get enough of the fisherman's fresh fried squid and baby octopus.

Where you climb cobbled streets and winding paths to appreciate blue and white domes.

A place where you dance under the stars, with long lost traveling companions, to old songs played by a wrinkled old fisherman and his accordion.

Have you been to this magical place? Share with me your dreams of such a place.