We slept late and eventually roused ourselves from bed as the sun peaked out and explored the small village. 
At lunch we saddled up to a small cafe and sampled moussaka and spanakopita. We shamelessly remarked to each other that our Greek dinners were of substantially better quality. We decided to wonder aimlessly as the layout of this iconic village appeared to be random. Narrow white streets with cute edifices adorned our trip. Their plant game was on point too. 
We enjoyed peaking into various small shops and the vendors seemed glad to see us as we happened to be the first wave of the tourist season. After a considerable discussion we decided to break with tradition and return to the previous night’s restaurant and we were not disappointed. One of the best cooked duck I’ve experienced was the highlight of the evening. The staff recognized us and we were again treated like royalty. 
The next day the whipping winds finally died down and the hot sun dominated a blue sky. I woke up early for a morning run. I love Moro g runs. I was up before the whole city. Mykonos has a small (~600m) village that holds all of its points of interest. I ran all over the village. The “streets” were arm width wide, brightly painted white, and twisted and turned like a maze. I couldn’t run too fast as I couldn’t see around each corner. I ran by ancient grain windmills, along wave assaulted shores, and through historical ruins. 
The sun peaked up over the Aegean Sea illuminating the armada of fishing and tourist vessels in the small port. It was a fantastic run, though very slow. 
We enjoyed a simple breakfast and then spent the remainder of the day poolside soaking up the sun. 
We took that insane fast ferry again to Athens and due to delays it was a six hour slog. We were met by an overzealous guide who chatted a mile a minute dumping mountains of information on our exhausted minds. Our hotel was nice and we crashed. Can’t wait to explore Athens!! 
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