I love Mykonos. No fancy words, no flowery sentences. I love this place.
I didn’t really have any expectations for the place. It was Chris who added it to our itinerary, and apart from knowing it’s one of the most visited islands in Greece, I know nothing about Mykonos.
After nearly three hours at sea, we clambered down the gangplank and unto the old port of Hora. We were met by Paul, from Eleanna’s where we’re staying. He took us for a long walk through the town, giving us a great overview of Mykonos, and it was love at first sight.
Maybe not having expectations (or expecting to not like it) made Mykonos so much better in our eyes. There were no touts badgering us, the small streets were not brimming with people, and best of all, it’s not on top of a mountain, so walking isn’t as big of a struggle as in Santorini.
There are a lot of shops around, and we live within walking distance to Chanel and Louis Vuitton, and Ben & Jerry is just around the corner. Yet, it didn’t feel as commercial as Fira. There’s a greengrocer nearby where we can buy fresh produce, and a bakery where the locals stock up on bread.
One thing that keeps running through my mind as we walk around the old town is that I can stay here for a couple of days more.