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Unlike Santorini, Mykonos is
quite flat. Most people arrive by
large ferries that come from Athens and other parts of the mainland. Our ship,
the Wind Spirit, docked along a new pier and special busses took us to the
harbor from where we explored the alleys of this quaint town. |
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It was almost like the clock had been turned back a hundred
years. Yes, there were motorized boats in the harbor, but the donkey delivering
supplies to the restaurants and the pink pelican looking for a hand out made up
for that. |
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These windmills once had canvas sails; now they are cottages
for rent. |
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The houses of Mykonos are all white and the streets are narrow
and go every which way. It is easy to get lost. In fact, we were told the story
that when pirates would invade Mykonos (several hundred years ago) they could
never find anyone, they got lost and eventually were captured. Of course, in
Greece we heard lots of stories. |
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Somehow we were not
captured (enraptured maybe, but not captured) as we found our way back to the ship.
A few shrimp with cocktails and a superb dinner made this another
wonderful day for us. |
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Our next
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