|On our arrival in Mykonos we were greeted with an omen of what to expect in the other 3 Greek ports still to visit...get ready for rain. It rained for about the first hour after we got off the ship but eventually stopped, though it was still cool and cloudy the rest of the day. We chose to walk along the harbor after the bus from the ship and other than some photo ops, the ever-present shopping and lunch at a Greek restaurant, Mykonos didn’t show me much. I’m sure the weather had something to do with it but it was not nearly as nice or picturesque as I was led to believe.
As in all ports, the cruise ship visits here are a love/hate event. Some of the businesses love the money the tourists bring, but you can sense that the onslaught of foreigners doesn’t thrill a lot of the locals...you get the distinct feeling that many would much rather get their quiet, uneventful lives back without us blocking their narrow streets and small restaurants. I guess the balance is that in some ports there aren’t ships every day, and once summer ends most of the bigger ships relocate to the Caribbean and South Pacific and ports like Mykonos and Santorini become more like the old days. As for me, I am more than willing to be part of the 8 or so hour invasion so that I can at least get a glimpse of life in other worlds...until their governments kick the ships out, I’ll be more than willing to clog their streets.
Friday night was one of the memorable dining events I mentioned before. Michele and I went on a date, but with other people. I went with Lisa to Murano while Ken and Michele went to Sushi on 5 for, you may have guessed, sushi. Neither Lisa or I are big fans of rice rolled around bait, so we opted for a nice Chateaubriand for two, carved table side. And while Ken and Michele both raved about the quality and quantity of their bait night, I still think Lisa and I were the big winners.