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Yesterday we hit up the Greek island of Mykonos, in the Aegean Sea. We had heard that the Aegean was windy, but holy cow! We woke up a bit early to catch a couple other islands out our window on the way into port, and when we stepped out of bed we found the boat listing to starboard a noticeable degree, thanks solely to the wind.

After docking, we took the shuttle to town and started exploring. The first thing anyone notices about the island is the white buildings. Every building in the town is white, with no exceptions. The only things that set them apart are the different shapes and the color of the doors and windows, which tend to be bright blues and reds.

We walked along the harbor, exploring little shops along the way, where Dawin was able to satiate her need to shop. We also came upon what must be the smallest church in the world, barely big enough to hold a dozen people standing shoulder to shoulder.

We rounded the tip of the harbor and ventured into Little Venice, where the seafront properties are situated right on – and sometimes are even cantilevered over – the ocean. It makes for a terrific view, though on windy days (like most days in Mykonos) you can get a little wet. While walking Little Venice we came upon a pelican, one of several that seem to just hang out in the town. Locals hardly seem to notice them, they’re so docile. The one we found was an albino one hanging around in an oceanfront bar and grill amid all of the tables and people.

We ended up in a little local artisan’s shop, where we found a great little statue made of local marble and sculpted by an artist on the nearby island of Thassos. So look for that to be on display next time you visit the Strelow household.

We grabbed a bit of lunch, going for some traditional souvlaki, a kind of pork kabob, along with some baklava for dessert. I even tried some of the local liquor, ouzo. It’s milky white but anise flavored – like black licorice. Not bad, but I’d still opt for Italy’s limoncello first.

We then explored a few of the remaining windmills on the island. Apparently the island was once full of windmills where merchants would bring their grain to be milled prior to shipping it to western Europe. The windmills front look like standard ones we think of in western Europe. They’re short and squat, and would have just small triangles of cloth in the corners of their frames to catch the wind. With as much wind as the island has, a large arm on a more conventional windmill could get torn off.

We meandered back through town and made our way back to the ship, where we immediately hit up the pool/outdoor movie theater. Once again the Aegean lived up to its billing, managing to overturn chairs and pick up Dawin’s afternoon snack and throw it across the deck. Luckily, it calmed down after we left port and we were able to enjoy the remainder of the evening outside.

Next stop: Istanbul!