This is what I painted my toenails for.
Exhausted after our aforementioned Greek Island Ferry Adventure we relaxed on our deck for a while until we decided we needed a glass of wine so we headed off to a restaurant called Raya near our hotel in the main part of town. For the second time in my life I tried feta that had been wrapped in pastry, fried in butter, drizzled with honey and sprinkled with pine nuts. I tell you now, if there is only one thing that you and I have in common, it should be eating this. After a few marothokeftedes and a couple of glasses of wine we tucked ourselves into bed.
Upon awakening, it dawned on my friend as to why she shouldn’t have EATEN the Goody’s BUN. It was a windy but sunny morning and being the terrible friend that I am, I dragged old poo pants out for a wander in search of the famous windmills. We found them but not without some serious reluctance, by this time the day had warmed up substantially. We were walking up a hill I turned back to see her still following but clutching her stomach and sending me death stares. But the silver lining was that we did discover a beautiful white sandy beach and decided when she felt better we would spend the day there. So being a good friend we returned to the comfort of our hotel’s couches and did some serious facebook stalking (within safe proximity to a bathroom).
While she had an afternoon nap, I took up post next to the pool to see if I could try to get some colour on my pale skin. The hotel had it’s own small book exchange library and I found Nick Hornby’s Juliet Naked which I would highly recommend as a great holiday read.
Day three and thankfully she was feeling up to going to the beach. She picked to best day to come right as well, not a breath of wind chilled this bluebird day in April. Not a soul to be seen was as brave as we were to sunbathe and swim at this time of the year but being New Zealanders the slightly inclement weather did not scare us away.
Just in case you were concerned what my feet were up to, they were reluctantly testing out the temperature of the water…
Later that night I cursed my hereditary skin colour because as per usual my skin had managed to skip the stage of tan and gone straight to bright red in some of the most inconvenient of places which made for choosing which side to lie on to comfortably fall asleep kinda difficult. So to put that decision off and to also dull the pain we found the Caprice bar that had been recommended to us for their fresh fruit cocktails. It is located in Little Venice where you are able to sit right on the waters edge. We walked back to the hotel past a place that makes the most delectably sticky baklava I have ever laid eyes on.
For our final day on Mykonos we hired a wee Peugeot we nicknamed Hercles (little Hercules), he took us on a brilliant adventure discovering all sorts of treasures. In particular a beach where Greecian Gods sunbathe naked (Panormos Beach) and a wonderful seaside restaurant called at Elia Beach. After finishing an exquisite two course seafood lunch I finally attempted a Greek Coffee as I had been avoiding it up until now. The manner in which it is served is that the grounds are left to settle to the bottom of your cup so you are left with a slightly gritty texture in your mouth if you are a rookie like me. The taste wasn’t at all unpleasant but as with all these things, they are an acquired taste. Lets just say instead of taking a packet home with me I filled the remaining corners of my suitcase up with Ouzo and that fried feta… Just kidding, but I would have if it didn’t involve covering my clothes in sticky honey and pine nuts.