These are the famous windmills usually shown in movies about Greece, these being the row of five that line the banks along the bay at Mykonos. It is incredibly windy up here, which is why the windmills existed at this site. Only on very special occasions do the Greeks put the sails on the arms because they are fragile and not meant to be working any longer. At this point, looking back over the village, Justin and I are heading toward the bus which will take us to the ship. He had to drag me kicking and screaming back to the bus area by prompting me with going to Santorini on our next stop.....
The blues are bluer here than anywhere else I have been and look especially so against the whitewashed buildings, this one a Greek Orthodox church.
At Little Venice in Mykonos, Justin and I sat along the wall of the outdoor dining cafe and were joyfully splashed as we ate! I got this vase of flowers to pose for me, as Justin kept saying, "Work it, work it, work it" like they do for live models! He is so funny!
Whoosh! Here comes a big wave! In my physical scrapbook I have a progression of the waves coming in, hitting the breakwater, splashing into the air and then recoiling to strike again! It is romantic to sit here, not in the "normal" sense, but in the sense of the experience.
Not exactly the ruins of Greece, this is a photo of Justin taken standing amid the ruins of Pompeii, where he was able to locate an address of a structure he studied about in Latin class. This class is what stimulated his fondness for things ancient (me included!), the art,history, mythology and such that make up the Mediterranean region.
The blues are bluer here than anywhere else I have been and look especially so against the whitewashed buildings, this one a Greek Orthodox church.
At Little Venice in Mykonos, Justin and I sat along the wall of the outdoor dining cafe and were joyfully splashed as we ate! I got this vase of flowers to pose for me, as Justin kept saying, "Work it, work it, work it" like they do for live models! He is so funny!
Whoosh! Here comes a big wave! In my physical scrapbook I have a progression of the waves coming in, hitting the breakwater, splashing into the air and then recoiling to strike again! It is romantic to sit here, not in the "normal" sense, but in the sense of the experience.
Not exactly the ruins of Greece, this is a photo of Justin taken standing amid the ruins of Pompeii, where he was able to locate an address of a structure he studied about in Latin class. This class is what stimulated his fondness for things ancient (me included!), the art,history, mythology and such that make up the Mediterranean region.