Our cozy little room
The ship docked in Mykonos around 5:30pm. We took the bus from the port into Chora, the island's capital. The hillside was covered in whitewashed houses with blue shutters and charming little windmills. Dan informed us that it was illegal for an unregistered guide to give a tour anywhere in Greece, and that his friend was arrested for doing it. So we obviously decided to heed the law and avoid any unnecessary imprisonment. Or not...
I think my favorite part was when we were directly in front of a police station and Dan sat down, which clearly changed the entire dynamic of the group, masking us from what we truly were. Once he sat down, we didn't look like a giant tour group at all...
We passed a little pebble beach (which was much more fun to photograph from a distance then to walk across), saw the quaint little Church of St. Nicholas with its blue domed roof, and weaved through the tiny alleyways to the area known as "Little Venice" where there was a row of windmills along the shore.
Church of St. Nicholas
Then the hunt for Petros the Pelican began. Petros was kind of like the island's mascot. There were technically three pelicans flapping about the streets of Mykonos, so we went looking to find at least one of them. Jeff had seen him, and pointed us in the right direction, but Danielle and I walked right past him. He was sleeping in a flowerpot! The crafty bird had successfully hidden himself from the unsuspecting tourist. Petros: pelican... or chameleon???
Me and Petros
The four of us wandered back to the famous white church of Paraportiani and watched the sun set behind it's striking white walls, sinking down into the clear blue waters, turning the sky a golden pink.