Circumnavigating the caldera of Santorini with fishing on the brain we welcomed side quests to swim, cliff jump and explore the rich offerings of the unique landscape.

The entire island is classified as a dormant volcano, but the magnitude of past eruptions fills each view and is certainly not forgotten. Stark contrasting colors line the steep and cliff-rich coastline ranging from vibrant reds to basalt black and bleached white. White and blue villages adorn the upper reaches of the overhead landmass, few with steep stairs or walkways to access the Aegean Sea. Tourists flock to the island for the weather, warm water, fresh seafood and the undeniable charm. While the island allure is temping – and we did indulge but I found myself in Santorini for the bountiful ocean offerings. It’s not every day that you can go fishing in the center of a volcano after all.

Fishing in the Mediterranean doesn’t draw many parallels with my experience fishing in the Pacific Northwest when it comes to the harvest, approach or even the vessels, but the similarities of intention and appreciation throughout the global fishing culture were felt. Something about that extra salty water – hello easy floating, warm breeze and relaxed company that made our time at sea feel so comfortable despite all the newness.

The smooth waters are home to over 10,000 varieties of marine species. While we had eyes on many either in the water, in a net or on a line I’m proud to say we ate our way through at least ten. Favorites? Of course. Trumpet fish with its white smooth buttery meat with second place going to the coveted Red Mullet. The most unique in favor was in my mind the Lizard Fish – not my favorite, but it did please the crew. Whether sun-dried, grilled, marinated, or fried – Octopus was initially what sparked my interest for a fishing trip in the Mediterranean and undoubtedly what I ate the most of. Yum!

Summer weather and calm waters didn’t make us question the state of the relatively protected waters, at least in contrast to the rough Canadian West Coast, but needless to say, some history lessons quickly made us realize it’s not always this way. Que, a big thank you to the Greek Gods for the kind treatment.

It’s tough to shake a place where ATVs are considered cars, the only shoes you need are a pair of Riptides, it’s easy to eat locally and fresh and the locals are welcoming – needless to say Santorini went beyond my expectations. Heart and stomach full from the richness of the culture and the bountiful sea.