The large ferry arrived in the afternoon as Carlos and I took our first dreaming sight of Mykonos. With this first glance we assumed the port was close to town.
Upon arrival we went up to the main road and started walking. It was here that we realised our self-inflicted trap. We were literally heading onto what would become nothing but road, with many kilometers ahead for our journey unknown.
After a moment of silent resilience, we returned to the port, comprehending how we didn’t have the stamina to race local traffic by foot and within minutes we hailed down a taxi driver.
Upon arrival to a hotel atop an arduous hill, we met our welcoming receptionist and booked into our two night stay on the island.
It was part of our whirlwind journey to Greece. First we would see a few Greek Islands being Syros, Naxos and Mykonos and then see the endemic power of Athens with a final train north to view the rock formations of Meteora.
We wandered along the winding alleyways of Mykonos, as blue and white filled our visual senses.
The tight knit edifices of Little Venice suddenly opened out to the broad Mediterranean Sea. Water collided with the façades of old homes, as the turquoise drops returned into the water body again.
We, Carlos and I, started dating years ago but had survived the effects of long distance romance. I was Australian and he was Brazilian, something you imagine could not have been easy with such distance. Being on this stunning Greek Island, as tourist low season began, was our mission to continue an adoration of travel with blooming love.
We arrived to a destination for creating our first lunch on this delicate island. Here was the Old Port with an open thoroughfare where restaurants and the sea meet to tantalize visitors and comparatively less of them at this time of year.
As we walked along the promenade, we thought of where was best placed to taste food from the region and country. When travelling, I always love to taste the exquisite local delicacies to feel freshness from the local trees, factories, produce and water deities.
We passed back toward the beginning of the street and thought about going into a local Greek café and eatery known as Café Yialos.
Upon entering I pulled out my white wooden chair and thought of our first need on this island paradise, ‘a bottle of house red wine please!’ mentioned confidently to the Waitress.
As we sat and waited for the wine, I began to listen through my ears to the sweet sound of Greek locals chatting in the place, and read the many tastes that could be experienced in this eating house.
The menu was full of exquisite local delicacies like much prized Tzatziki, a starter on any meal in Greece, according to me.
Following my yoghurt infused place setting, we began to look at other flavours to excite the tongue for our relaxing Mykonos time. I looked and saw meatballs, locally known as Keftedes. I selected these, along with a side of a delicious eggplant lasagna style meal known as Moussaka.
Once placed before me the fork ignited my tastebuds in a way I adored, sparking a connection to this land.
After our comforting local meal, we decide to go for an ice cream at the place next door.
We spoke to the local proprietors and chatted about low season on this tourism infused island.
Upon exiting the store we sat calmly as the sea breeze lay before us and we licked our desserts delicately by the Mediterranean.
It was a great local experience, constructed slowly through the place and onward into the Greek tastes as the island took us back to contemplation of travel. Travel breathes a life I love from the ancient communities of these islands through to the contemporary experiences of Greece, what an amazing experience in one easy carefree day.
I will never taste Greek food the same way again.