I’d been wanting to visit Mykonos for many years by the time I arrived in Greece in late summer 2011, so the descriptions of the island’s wild party culture an Australian traveler in my Athens hostel relayed were particularly tantalizing.
Until she clarified them. “Of course, last weekend was the end of Mykonos’ high season, so I doubt much of what I told you is still going to be the case.”
I was disappointed in a way. I mean, I’m not a huge partier by any means, but my stop in Greece was the first of a very long trip that would mainly be spent in Muslim North Africa – I wanted to get the devil out of my system before then!
Mykonos, as I experienced, was definitely not “wild” by any means, although scorching daytime temperatures and bright sun suggested that the summer wasn’t over.
But what Mykonos lacked in thumping bass, gyrating bodies and clinking glasses, it made up for with a beauty and sophistication that partiers might miss as they dance each night away, an authentically Grecian charm more typically associated with different islands.
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