Main-Character Energy in Magical Mykonos
It's definitely MYKONOS and not MEEK-ONOS for a reason...
It’s June 17th. 8:30 am.
Lauren, Maura, and I went to the Acropolis for some good old historical fun, only we had no fucking clue what we were looking at, in the absence of a tour guide and audio headset…I did, however, do a speedy google search and clicked on Wikipedia for some quick and easy summary which was entirely unhelpful and expensive - data roaming was on - I pretended it wasn’t, naturally.
The sun was sweltering hot, and we had a ferry at 16:00 to catch, and I am surrounded by some *very* punctual folk, unlike myself…meaning I should’ve started preparing to leave 24 hours ago before I had even arrived in Athens. Once we wandered down the steep pilgrimage to Acropolis in reverse, we found a cute breakfast spot. By “cute:” I mean I ordered toast with ham and cheese and orange juice - so cute in terms of how when a six-year-old orders breakfast, you say “you’re just the cutest.” Another weird food-ordering experience from yours truly! We went back to the hostel, packed our bags, and plopped down in the taxi. We were driven by a spunky and very outgoing man named George, who gleefully drove us to the harbor on the other side of Athens. He told me I looked Like Prince Harry and told Lauren she looked like Lauren Conrad. Unequal comparisons I will say. While Lauren genuinely looks very similar to Lauren Conrad, I took the Prince Harry comment VERY personally. Pictures below for reference:
LAUREN’S:
THEN MINE:
After approx. one hour of driving, we arrived and got on our boat to Mykonos. After a three-hour, vomit-inducing, boat ride from Hell, we finally got to Mykonos…kidding… it wasn’t Hell…just purgatory for those wondering..although Mykonos may actually be Hell for those who have a very low tolerance for being immersed in a Deep-Diving-Pool-of-constant-designer-and-day-drinking.
It took us about 30 mins to realize we were actually on the wrong side of Mykonos, making me feel BLEEP-onos. We needed to be in the old port, and we had arrived in the new port. Hannah, Kaylie, Lauren, and Peabody ubered after nonstop heckling from random taxi men…the clock was ticking. After we almost gave our Airbnb address to a strange man, - you see, it was unclear if he was in fact a taxi driver or a random man roaming the ferry port “just-cuz,” Maura, Katie, and I took the bus for 1.80 Euros, could you believe it! Then we walked through the white concaving and cushion-appearing allies of Mykonos to our quaint and stunning Airbnb, surrounded by a sea of decadent and expensive boutiques, a perfectly-sized abode for a couple on their honeymoon and not NINE, although LOVABLE, rather messy 22-year-olds.
Nevertheless…we quickly learned just how wonderfully located our Airbnb was, we had Sakis (the gorgeous Gyro place) right next door and a little cute market too - full of British sweets and overpriced sunscreen. I wanted to buy everything. I didn’t. Only pants…That’s impressive for me…Then, around 10pm, we found a little spot for dinner down the white pathway and shared 3 bottles of wine, some calamari, and a myriad of laughs. After a great din, we ventured home, changed, and went out for our first night of clubbing in Mykonos! After a couple of hours, Lauren and I walked Maura home as she had definitively been “overserved” as some grandmothers would say…it was one of my favorite and most memorable walks home from the club. After we got into our oasis of an Airbnb, while Maura fell asleep in her clubbing dress, I barely blinked and suddenly Lauren was wearing a set of perfectly pressed pajamas, reading her book, utterly content in bed. Once the rest of the lot finally came home, Schneider and I took about an hour in the bathroom to perfect our bedtime skincare routine…word of warning…when together we will never be on time, let alone early. It was 5 am by the time I turned off the bathroom light. Then, I fell asleep with Schneider and Maura in a sofa bed from hell.