white houses and blue roofs

The Mykonos houses were everything I imagined Greece to be. That may be a bit of a naive statement but it is true. The sisterhood of the travelling pants really set me up for it. Blame it on them. But seriously, that't what I imagined, and in Mykonos it all became a reality. 
The houses were the whitest of whites (it is actually required that hotels and businesses repaint it white every year before tourists come in...kind of crazy I know), and the doors were a mesmerizing array of colours. Oh and did I mention the prettiest little churches scattered everywhere. The classic Greek white and blue churches too. It can't get much better. 

Our home for a few days

Isn't it the prettiest?

The famous windmills

I should also make a bit of a shout out to George, the owner of the hotel we stayed at. Basically he is the best. He was the cutest of Greek guys who showed us everywhere we should go and see on the island. Plus he introduced us to Stavros, the owner of Skandinavian bar aka our BFF as we like to call him. Maybe a bit of an exaggeration on Mels part. But he did provide us with some good stories.

Skando=love

Champagne nights

Lioness

Our time in Mykonos has left us with some of the best memories. Beach surprises + windmills + Skando events = Mykonos love.