Coming to you from London, with a 9 hour layover after returning from Greece. So. Mykonos. What is there to say? It’s pretty, it’s a party, and oh, yeah, I didn’t book enough nights at the hotel. And I spent my last night on the island sleepless. Here’s the story:

After several days of partying in Greek fashion (including a 5 am 4 mile walk back from the center of town with Ted back to the Inn while screaming out the lyrics to Tom Waits songs), I found myself alone on Mykonos. This was planned, but what was unplanned was the fact that I didn’t have a place to stay because I booked the room for less time than I was to be on the Island. The German innkeeper was kind, let me have a room for 20 Euro a night the was literally the size of a walk in closet, but it worked. Ted was already on his way back to the States, and I had successfully burned the hell out of one side of my face after falling asleep on the beach. With one side of my mouth a little puffier, one eye a little smaller, and the left side quite redder, I was content to just take things easy. I ate crepes on the roof of a beautiful snack bar, which had a pool that a gorgeous Parisian woman swam in with one of those teeny bathing suit bottoms, sufficiently distracting all the men from my eerily accurate impression of two-face.  Or quasi-modo. Which ever.

Anyway, I read a ton, enjoyed the sun as much as possible, and took myself out to dinner at the restaurant my innkeepers Greek husband’s aunt and uncle own. The name is written in Greek so I don’t know what it’s called, but the food was super tasty. The Mama and Papa of the inn were there, and they speak virtually no English except to say “naughty Mama” and “bad papa” to each other and giggle, and swat at each other with the fly swatter.

Anyway, my Greek waiter made me finish my entire dinner, which was horrifying and impossible because there was so much food.  After he deemed I ate enough he gave me a free desert (thanks?) and asked where my husband was, and why I was alone on the island, and was I safe, and was I crazy, and then, unsatisfied with my answers, just told me to be careful.

I returned to the Inn around 1 am, and then I found a huge cockroach, screamed, woke up the inn keeper and her husband, he ransacked my closet-room, killed it, and then patted my shoulder and left.

I cocooned myself in the covers and did not sleep. The end.

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