What a contrast to Spain and Italy!
Mykonos greeted us with austere, steep, rocky cliffs clustered with stark, white, adobe-style, flat roofed homes and hotels. The doors, window frames, and shutters in each cluster share the same color, predominently Greek blue.
The nearby, neighboring island of Delos, accoridng to classical mythology, was the birthplace of Apollo, God of the Sun, and his twin sister, Artemis, Goddess of the Moon. A rapid trasnport to the 21st century of global warming, overpopulation, and oft total disregard for public space, Mykonos is spotless! The sidwalks, made of large flat stones in the shopping area are painted to give an appearance of grouting. Shop keepers are required to repaint this faux grouting every 10 days else be fined. There is no trash anywhere, not on the sidewalks, not on the beaches, not in the water. There is no graffiti. The rest of the word needs to learn from Mykonos how to enculture an attititude of respect for our earth home.
Kirk was going to the beach and I was going to walk the shopping district. Streets are oh, so narrow. Even the ones that carry the huge tour busses leave pedestrians a shoulder of only three inces. Anyhow, I was walking along the road and gave a quick shoulder check for traffic and who is behind me but Kirk on a 4-wheel, off-road moto. So, I hooked a ride with him over hilly terrain (wouldn't be much fun on a bike) to the beach and then caught the bus back. He had some thrills on his return trip: getting the motor to start; not being able to read the Greek road signs; not remembering where he rented his 4-wheeler; and dealing with beaucoup de traffic--motorized and two legged, as some cruise ships were readying to leave and others were arriving. But, he was victorious and made it back to the ship with an hour to spare.
Fun morning. Now off to Istanbul. Hopefully we'll hook up with our Turkish friends who will give us a personalized tour of that great city.