Mykonos has never been so quiet and deserted as it is nowadays, at these unprecedented times of global isolation. Normally, early April would be the time for the first flocks of tourists to fly in the island and open the season. The sun would shine until a bit later each day, the sea temperature would gradually rise, and the beaches would greet their visitors, with great music and tempting drinks.
[dropcap font=”” size=”1″ background=”” color=”” circle=”0″ transparent=”0″]F[/dropcap]or the moment, only half of this yearly “ritual” is in operational mode! We are talking about the daylight lasting longer day by day and the sea slowly getting warmer. Everything else is on hold: no sailing or motor yachts in the horizon, not even cruisers or passengers’ ships passing by. The whole planet is holding its breath, waiting for this unbelievable situation to end.
And it will end. Sooner or later life will again take back its course and Mykonos will turn on its lights so that the party can begin again! And then it will be just the time to book your tickets, for anytime this year or for the next. The island will be at its best, especially after such a long break. Nature will have repaired any damages that the human presence might have caused in the previous time; the azure, clear waters will be sparkling as never before, more crabs will follow your steps into the water and snorkeling will become a life-time experience; much more than it was ever before.
The rest will be just the same: the majestic sunsets viewed from the nearby Island of Delos, birthplace of the ancient gods Artemis and Apollo; walking down the central Matoyianni road, one of the most picturesque paved alleys in the world, hosting exclusive boutiques and world famous bars; Little Venice, one of the most beautiful historical neighborhoods in the Cyclades—and the magic never ends! There is a touch of it everywhere in Mykonos. In the spectacular beaches, the fine international and local gastronomy, the small, humble fish taverns and the multi-glamorous night clubs; and also, in the tiny whitewashed chapels and the imposing Byzantine monasteries, in the museums and the ancient sites…
Most of all, the magic lies on the smiling faces of the locals, who call their visitors “friends” and who—totally unused to the silence that has covered their usually buzzing Aegean corner—are looking forward to welcoming their guests and making them never want to leave the paradise that they have learned (and earned!) to call “home”.