Eleanor Arrives in Santorini

A few days later, Eleanor finds herself looking out of the window of a taxi. Her introverted nature rears its ugly head, filling her mind with fears. What if the Castillo's don't like her, or find her attractive? Maybe they've figured out she writes erotica and think she's some sort of pervert? Or maybe she'll say something awkward or stupid and ruin everything if she says anything at all.

The taxi pulls up in front of the Castillo's house. Eleanor summons up her courage with a deep breath and approaches the door. Petra moves to answer the ring of the doorbell, being greeted by the diminutive Eleanor. Her round face is pale, and features bold blue eyes behind thick-rimmed glasses.

"You must be Eleanor?"

"Yeah."

"Well, come on in."

Eleanor follows Petra inside, finding herself somewhat at ease in the calming light blues and whites that decorate the interior. Inside, Petra leads Eleanor to the bedroom, where she puts down her suitcase. "So, can I get you anything Eleanor?"

"Uh, no I had something to eat before getting here."

"Sure. Why don't you sit down with me?"

"Sure."

Eleanor is led to the living room, where she waits. Once Petra comes back, Eleanor asks "So, is your husband working?"

"Yes, Mike is currently working. Normally he works during the day, and I work during the night."

"Ah, right."

"So, anything specific that brings you to Santorini?"

"Uhh, not really. Just wanted to something spontaneous I guess." Eleanor follows her statement with a nervous laugh.

"I can understand that. I admit this whole arrangement was a bit spontaneous itself."

"Well, do you have any recommendations?"

"Of course." Petra begins the sales pitch, telling Eleanor about all the sights to see. From the beaches to relax, the restaurants to indulge and the ancient ruins to explore, Eleanor found herself intrigued with every word Petra spoke. For the first time it hit her the adventure she'd just stepped into, and she can't wait to explore.