In Greek mythology Dionysus is a goddess of wine, ritual madness, and ecstasy, and she never misses a summer in Mykonos. A playground for gods and mortals alike, when the Grecian sun sets in Mykonos the wind stays warm and music turns up. Laughter and the clinks of glass are swept off to sea with the night winds, and are brought right back in the mist drifting off the shore break. Even the Aegean sea yearns to be closer, and knows that the ritual madness of Mykonos really is not to be missed.
Read MoreDirectly across the caldera’s sapphire waters from Oia, resides a most curious and technicolor paradise. Near the Akrotiri ruins, hides a cove fit for the sirens of Homer’s Odyssey. Striking Blood red cliffs dip sharply to the shore, where pebbles of black and garnet join a teal sea, and coalesce into an almost violet shorebreak. I was speechless before such strangeness, such color. Did we quad to the edge of the sea, or of space?
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