My Mykonos, Greece photoset is lacking. I have a day’s worth of photos of one of the most character-filled locations on the planet. It’s such a shame.

The story is sorta funny though. We were ready to board our plane from Venice, Italy to Barcelona, Spain to Mykonos, Greece when we saw “Ritardo” hit the screen. I don’t speak Italian, but figured the term was pretty close to the French lingo.

Indeed, the plane ended up being very, very much “ritardo” — an airline pilot strike across Europe meant we were stuck sitting in the airport waiting for our airplane to arrive. That airplane needed to drop us off for a connecting flight from Barcelona.

That flight, of course, left right on time. I remember sprinting to the gate only to see the plane pulling away from the terminal. I don’t think I’ve ever been so angry in my life.

So, our planned two-day stay in Mykonos became an aggravating — albeit fascinating — one-day jaunt in Barcelona and a second one-day jaunt in Mykonos. We sprinted across Barcelona as fast as we could to see as much as possible during our unplanned stop. Then, we hopped on a punctual flight to Mykonos for a one-day vacation in heaven.

Jaclyn and I have always said we would return to Mykonos before any other place in Europe. Our 24-hour stay in Mykonos was pure bliss. We can’t wait to return.

Mykonos Town, Mykonos, Greece — July 2016
Mykonos Town, Mykonos, Greece — July 2016 — The Cycladic winds pummelled Mykonos unlike any wind I had experienced before. Hence the windmalls on the shore.
Mykonos Town, Mykonos, Greece — July 2016