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Enjoying Mykonos In The Winter

[box_dark]Flying faster than the winds on a private jet[/box_dark]

We arrived at Nice airport early morning on Saturday, December 28, to board the private jet hired by our friends Mark and Marco (M&M), for a short direct flight to the Greek Island of Mykonos in the center of the Cyclades. A truly wonderful top flying experience and a first for me! What a way to start our holidays at a villa on a hill in the island of the winds overlooking the Aegean seas. And windy it was! I learned first hand that there are two types of winds in the island, one hitting during the winter arriving from the south and sometimes accompanied by electrical storms, the Sirocco, a southern wind originating in North Africa that carries sands in the form of red rain from the deserts that boarder the Mediterranean. In the summer the wind comes from the north and the strong Meltemi, which blows during July and August, cools the days and often die down at night but could last for days without a break. Reason why windmills are a defining feature of the landscape many of them built-in the 16th century and mainly concentrated in the main town of Chora, are all north-facing to harness the strong Northern winds but none of them are in operation today but some have been converted into homes, storage or museums.


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[box_light]Of Gods and Giants[/box_light]

Greek mythology tells us that the island was named after its first ruler and local hero, Mykons, the son or grandson of the god Apollo. It is also said to have been the location of a great battle between Zeus and Titans and where Hercules eliminated the indomitable Giants having enticed them from the protection of the Mount Olympus. The legend goes that the large rocks all over the island are the Giants’ petrified corpses.

 [box_light]Meeting Petros the Great White Pelican[/box_light]

All along our stay the days blended into the evenings with long walks to town after breakfast, delicious lunches at the villa prepared by the Georgian caretakers or sometimes at one of the few restaurants open in winter, then a restoring nap followed by board games or reading one of the many books populating the library of our hosts, or walking their dogs to distant beaches. Of course we were at a vantage point to watch the glorious sunsets in the island, everyone so different and more magnificent than the other! Dinners were truly superb and the table conversations always so lively and interesting, followed by a screening of one of the many Oscar’s nominated movies that Marco needs to evaluate before the Academy Awards, what a treat! During our walks to the waterfront we met the town superstar, Petros the Great White Pelican that has been the official mascot of Mykonos for over half a century, after setting up home in the island after a storm in the 50’s.  The stranded pelican had been nursed to health by the locals naming him Petros that means rock or stone in Greek, but metaphorically Old and Grumpy. After his death the islanders elected a successor to carry on his heritage until today, and I confirm he is really charming!

[box_light]Welcoming Neo Etos[/box_light]

FireworksAlmost everybody in the island was invited to M&M’s New Year’s Eve festivity (néo étos  in Greek); such is the generosity and hospitality of our hosts. Their neighbor Luis brought the Vasilopita, the traditional Greek New Year’s cake with a hidden coin which gives good luck to the receiver, that was cut by Mark after the brief fireworks organized by the town. The day after we woke up late, enjoyed a fuming cup of double espresso and toasts, walked to town and lingered the rest of the day around the villa at a turtle’s pace. Mykonos during the summer months is lived on the fast lane but in winter it seems to revert into slow motion, very relaxing and conducive to reflecting on new resolutions. Vasilopita

On Friday, January 4 our vacations came to an end so we left Mykonos, only this time on a multiple-leg commercial flight to Athens, and from their to Zurich connecting to Nice, only to find out that our destination airport was closed due to bad weather! We received a voucher for a double room at the Radisson Blue hotel at Zurich terminal, and after waiting 3 long hours to recover our redirected luggage (whatever happened to Swiss precision and perfection!), we had for a light dinner with a good red wine and on to bed. Early on Sunday we boarded our plane back home where it had been raining cats and dogs for days, but sunny weather welcomed us on arrival! Good bye Mykonos, Monaco we are back!

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Celina Lafuente de Lavotha
Born in Buenos Aires, Argentina, known for Tango, Football, excellent meat and wam hospitality, and very proud of having recently exported a Queen to Holland and a Pope to the Vatican. Moved to Monaco a decade ago after living on the East Coast of the USA for many years. I am a Freelance Photojournalist reporting from the heart of the Principality, a country that cares for the environment, supports culture in all its forms, encourages the practice of all types of sports as a message of peace, belives in giving back to society through its many charity organizations and is on top of worldwide issues. Monaco is a small country with a big heart!
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Celina Lafuente de Lavotha
Born in Buenos Aires, Argentina, known for Tango, Football, excellent meat and wam hospitality, and very proud of having recently exported a Queen to Holland and a Pope to the Vatican. Moved to Monaco a decade ago after living on the East Coast of the USA for many years. I am a Freelance Photojournalist reporting from the heart of the Principality, a country that cares for the environment, supports culture in all its forms, encourages the practice of all types of sports as a message of peace, belives in giving back to society through its many charity organizations and is on top of worldwide issues. Monaco is a small country with a big heart!
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