John and I just got back from a trip to the Greek islands, and we both agree that it's a good thing we didn't go there first when we arrived in Europe because we would have never gone anywhere else. It was AWESOME.
Greece was John's top Europe pick, and now we have a shared favorite Europe destination. Mykonos and Santorini kicked Paris' butt.
We flew to Mykonos first.
Before: Geneva
After: Mykonos
The night we arrived we walked into town on a gyro hunt. We had a recommended spot to go, and even though the town is less than 1 km all around, it took us about an hour to find it. It is the cutest town we have ever seen but also the most confusing. Great when wandering, not so great when hangry.
Mykonos town was beautiful.
The streets were tiny little things with white stucco buildings on both sides. That didn't stop the trucks and cars from driving right though... whether there were pedestrians in the way or not.
We spent many hours at our hotel pool and bar. The view was gorgeous and the drinks delicious. We also ate lots of dolmades and greek salad. And played a lot of games. Kind of like I imagine Heaven to be.
Our hotel was the quintessential Greek white building with blue trim. And toilets when you weren't supposed to flush toilet paper. And towels that wouldn't dry overnight in the bathroom because of the humidity. Paradise.
We also stopped by the quintessential non-Greek ice cream chain of Ben & Jerry's for some milkshakes. I GOT A COOKIE DOUGH MILKSHAKE. For people who don't get ice cream because our freezer is too small and doesn't actually freeze, this was a life highlight.
Monday night was Greek night at our hotel. We learned how to make tzatziki from a real Greek woman (Anna, the owner of the hotel) and then got Greek dancing lessons from Anna and her professional Greek dancer husband, Yanni. As tempting as it is, John and I are not going to become professional Greek dancers. We are clearly not flexible enough for the kicks. So we celebrated with some more drinks.
Our last day was rough and consisted of baklava, more drinks, more pool time, more walking around the cutest town ever, more drinks (this time on a balcony over the water in "little Venice" as we decided to switch up our sunset vantage point), and then a pork souvlaki dinner at Niko's Taverna.
We did not want to leave Mykonos, John especially. Little did we know that Santorini was just going to make the best trip ever even better. We got in line at the Seajet ferry dock, and, in the Greek way, waited for our boat that was an hour late which no one announced in the hot sun.
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