Blues and Whites

04.05.2026

The start of Summer saw us jetting off to a Greek Island. Mykonos. An island that promises its tourists white washed houses and multiple shades of the deepest blues reserved only for places that are far away from home.

Our hotel was a mere 10 minutes walk from the old town centre. As we lugged our suitcases to our rooms and stepped foot onto the hotel balcony, the ocean blues swept in like some weathered Cairo tour agent, arms thrown wide, pulling you into his world before you'd even agreed to the tour.

We took a minute to wiggle the lack of sleep off us, nothing a quick shower couldn't help a tourist with, and bid adieu to our soft tucked-in bed till nightfall. The blues had called, and there was nothing we could do to not answer it.

We wandered the old town, each street more beautiful than the last. Cats had claimed every corner of the island, bougainvilleas were just beginning to flower, and tourists only barely starting to arrive. Most of our time went in catching up on aperols, and watching the ocean throw itself against the stone-lined pavements.

Tired but with a tummy full of Mediterranean food and a mind fog filled with cats and cobalt blues, we crashed back to our hotel, and gorged on sunset views. The rest of the vacation was the same, alternating between hubby's badminton games, the reason why were were in Greece, or our next island stop - Crete to be specific, and the endless blues that surrounded every piece of land we stepped foot into. At the end of it all, we didn't really crave home food the way we always do after every trip. Maybe it was the Greek salad and pita bread, or the beer and the breeze, but we returned content.

And that is how the summer of '26 began for us.