The wonderful Grecian sunset from a very windy pinnacle.
Anna, Kristin, Grant at our favorite Greek restaurant. Grant looks so surprised because I was able to identify the 'power' button apart from the 'take picture' button.
After checking into our Paradise, we got some tasteful Greek food at the al fresco patio across the semi-paved road separting our nudist colony from the other thirteen residents of Mykonos. Situated on the patio, thankfully, was a restaurant serving traditional Greek dishes and a menu written in Greek, English, and a third language that could only be identified as Elfish. We had such a good experience at the restaurant that we returned for dinner, and then for dinner the next day too. Between those meals we rested on the sands of the Mediterranean in a tranquil and bronzing state. At one point we heard some blistering club music coming from the bar area, and we sent Grant to go check it out. He came back with only the phrase, "We'd better put on our blindfolds if we are going to go over there." I'm not sure how that differed from any other part of our beach, but nonetheless we did not venture to the barscene in order to find out.
The smooth and dulcet ripples of the Mediterranean were as gallant as the bar wasn't, and the chaisse lounges were longitudinally sufficient and stretched to hammock-perfection. I was quite surprised at how cold the water was, but on a 34~ centigrade day it was still preferred over the vertiginous sunshine baking its unworthy bathers. The climate of Greece is very arid. It is dry like a cell phone should be-but isn't always-such as when you drop it in the toilet while you are texting or you forget to take it out of your pocket when you put your jeans in the washer or when you get thrown into a pool (while it's still in your pocket) by your best friend on April Fool's Day. When those don't happen, your phone is pretty dry- like Greece! We, The Greece Crew, (as we called ourselves) watched the sunset from a hilltop after dinner and the beach. It provided a great homily to the day, not unlike an Even Song at Westminster Cathedral. From the beach to the sea to the cordial crest we reverenced the day and repented of all the nudity. The first day in Greece was adventurous and classically fecund.