MYKONOS GETAWAY

View of Mykonos and its windmills 

It is astonishing how positive such a small piece of land can be.  I was in Mykonos for four days and now back in Athens, I need a whole week to realize that my glamorous getaway has actually ended. As soon as I got out the plane on the island, the strong wind felt like an overture to freedom; the heat, the pollution and the grumpy Athenian crowd is now a trillion miles away.

Mykonos is the number-one-Tamara’s-favorite island as there is nothing missing on it (except maybe some vegetation).  There is a lot of ways to live the wonders of it. If you are super crazy, you wake up every morning at ten, go to one of the many beaches it has to offer, fall asleep while being bronzed by the sun, get up while the sun sets, go eat (the best restaurants in the Cyclades are few meters a way), go to an afternoon bar-dancing session, rest for half an hour and then get into an island-sexy clothing and go down town to party all night and probably steal some time from the early morning too.

Psarou Beach Party

One of my favourite spots is Psarou beach. It gives you everything you need for living the Mykonian experience: huge mattresses where you can cuddle with your boyfriend (or with your crazy girlfriend who is very excited to be on holidays), sipping a refreshing black rum Mojito (or a few dozen) and when you are done with the sun, a compilation of sea food at Nammos that would leave Captain Cousteau with his mouth wide open. At some point during the digesting process, people start getting uber energized and start dancing on tables.

Unfortunately, all good things tend to end very quickly. Although I extended my stay, I had to go back to the wonderful grey / white office of mine in Athens.