Getting lost on the streets of Mykonos was a highlight of the day in port for my 8 year old daughter and I while on a Mediterranean cruise.
Is there a better place to be lost than among the twisting alleyways of Mykonos, wandering among whitewashed buildings with no idea of what lies around the next corner? I hadn’t intended to discover the answer to this question but it turned out that was what we were meant to do on this idyllic Greek island.
The day started uneventfully as our family disembarked from our ship and headed for Mykonos town. We splashed around on the small beach as we walked into town and casually strolled the waterfront pausing to poke around in some of the little shops selling knickknacks, souvenirs and jewellery. Katie wasn’t feeling well after a mishap the day before and the scorching heat wasn’t helping the situation so my husband left to escort her back to the ship. We agreed on a meeting time and place and Emma and I set off in search of the island’s famous windmills. They were marked quite clearly on our map but anyone familiar with my sense of direction and map-reading skills knows that this story isn’t going to end well.
Katie, Emma and me in Mykonos (I do occasionally make my way into a photo)
We were fine at first as we browsed the many shops along with the throng of cruise ship passengers who were in port for the day. A few turns on the maze-like streets, however, and I soon had no idea where we were or, more importantly, how to get back to where we had started. The labyrinth of narrow streets in Mykonos were designed to confuse pirates so, in retrospect, I really didn’t stand much of a chance. Walking deeper into the neighbourhoods one sees only whitewashed cube houses with blue doors and shutters rising on either side of the walkways. There is no way to get perspective or orient oneself as there is no view beyond the walls. Before long we were on obviously residential streets with laundry hanging from the lines and nary a soul to be seen. Fortunately, Emma wasn’t the least bit concerned that we were lost and I reassured myself that we had hours to find our way out before the ship departed without us.
As we continued meandering along the un-named streets, I was determined to simply enjoy our walk and not let on to Emma that I had any concern. I admit though that I felt a deep sense of relief when we finally rounded a corner and found a few fellow tourists. It felt like hours had passed since we had first gone astray but in reality it was much less and we met my husband at the appointed time without any difficulty.
Emma wandering the streets of Mykonos
Lost in Mykonos (but couldn’t care less)
I wasn’t finished yet though. Everything that I had read about Mykonos beforehand had mentioned those windmills and I was determined to see them before we left the island. So we plunged back into the heart of Mykonos Town and it wasn’t long before we were hopelessly lost once again. We were soon passing buildings that Emma and I recognized from our earlier digression. I had learned an important lesson though and this time we asked for directions to the windmills and were told something along the lines of “a left, a right, another left and two rights”. Sounds simple enough but isn’t really when you aren’t sure what actually constitutes a street and what’s just a pathway. Remarkably we turned a corner, climbed a pathway and voilά – windmills!!
Emma and the elusive windmills of Mykonos
My husband wondered if it had been worth all the walking in circles and my answer was a resounding yes. Sure we got a bit lost but there’s always something new to be discovered when you have no idea where you are going. We even happened upon Mykonos’ famous pelican named Petros who was not too pleased with the crowd of tourist paparazzi snapping his picture. We couldn’t possibly have found him if we had gone looking but somehow our hapless wandering led us straight to him. It couldn’t have been a more serendipitous ending to our tale of being lost in Mykonos.
The story doesn’t end there though. A few weeks after we returned from our holiday Emma and I were browsing the travel section of our local bookstore when she spied the new edition of Fodor’s Greek Islands and exclaimed, “Look, Mom, it’s where we were lost in Mykonos”. And sure enough the photographer had captured the exact feeling of being lost on the streets of Mykonos.
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Becca@R We There Yet Mom?
Wow -it is so pretty – thanks for the link up. I love all the pics. My hope is to travel abroad with the kids someday soon!!
Being lost in Mykonos sounds strangely wonderful!
Looks like a beautiful place to get lost. I love that the streets were built to confuse pirates. Since the only vision I have of pirates are those from the Disney movie, I would imagine that it worked quite well.
Let’s hope Emma never catches on to her parents lack of direction.
My husband will be very upset if I don’t clarify that he generally has quite a good sense of direction. Me, on the other hand, I’m always lost!
I’m glad to know I am not the only person with terrible navigation skills! I’m glad you got to see the windmills and turn the trip into an adventure.
Tara from TulipFamilyTravels
I want to go to there.
Looks so lovely! I love anywhere with that Mediterranean combination of white houses and blue trim (not to mention sea and sun).
what great photos!! that pelican is HUGE!
I think getting lost in a foreign city is half the fun of getting to know it. Beautiful photos.
The only way to see a place is to really get lost, at least that’s what I figure 😉
Looking out at the wet and windy Nordic weather, well… I’d rather be lost in Mykonos instead. I have an absolute crap sense of direction as well, but that isn’t always bad, as I get to see things, places and people I wouldn’t have otherwise. Imaginge it’s a bit more stressful if there’s a boat about to leave, though 🙂
Exactly! I’ve been lost plenty of times and have never been the least bit bothered by it but the fact that the ship might sail away without us just planted the little seed of concern in the back of my mind.
Sounds like a lovely day. I think I would have enjoyed getting lost there too – these days with iphones and guide books we always seem to know where we are or where we’re going so getting lost sounds great.
Getting lost is OK with me if I don’t have a plane or bus to catch or someone to meet. Please make note of these words as I will wonder off alone in the woods for a few days on Tuesday and sure as hell hope I don’t actually get lost. But lost in the woods is different than lost in Mykonos don’t you think. Maybe I won’t see you at #TBEX afterall.
Loved the post and you’re smart not to have let on with Emma that there were any concerns.