We leave Santorini reluctantly. I’m a little worried about Rhodes and how it can match up.
It does.First, our hotel is straight out of Tales of Arabian Nights.
Set in the warren of streets that is Rhodes Old Town, our cabbie drops us off and gestures toward a narrow cobblestoned alley. Later we learn that most taxis would have dropped us in front of our hotel. But I like arriving by pulling our wheeled bags through winding cobblestone alleys.
Play Hooky With Kate 