August is over. YAY! The grand summer drama is drawing to a
close and Mykonos is returning to sanity for its glorious months of September
and October.
Gone are (most of) those willing to spend mind-boggling
amounts of money on holiday—10,000, 15,000, even 20,000 euros for the privilege
of sitting at a VIP table for a performer they particularly like, or a paltry
couple of thousand for desired placement in a bar :).
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| Yes, you read that restaurant bill correctly: 57,175 Euros, including 306 bottles of champagne. |
Conspicuous consumption for sure, but thank heaven they
choose to come here and enrich my friends and neighbors as opposed to going
elsewhere. And thanks, too, to The Guardian for its piece praising our
island.
Bye-bye also to the crazy drivers who park their cars,
motorbikes, and ATVs (the biggest boon to orthopedic practice on the island)
absolutely anywhere they choose…though never in the new parking lot. And when
they’re moving…fuhgeddaboudit. They
pass whenever and wherever they like, weaving in and out of oncoming traffic,
as if protected by a divine spirit appearing to them courtesy of their
stimulants of choice.
Among the most relieved must be the island’s physicians—particularly
emergency service personnel and orthopedists—who labor through July and August
as if in a MASH unit in battle (See preceding paragraph for the reason).
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| MASH unit during Korean War |
September also brought our island the inauguration of a new
mayor aiming for improved police enforcement and health center facilities.
Double YAY.
But he’s going to need help, for without the Mykonos Council
offering and enacting legislation enabling the mayor to do such things—such as directing
the police to enforce traffic and parking laws—he does not have the power to
enforce them on his own. One would hope
that his Council members would give him the authority he needs to achieve his
agenda and bring much needed order to our island.
If so, perhaps next peak high season more than crazies can
thoroughly enjoy our island paradise.
Jeff—Saturday
Great post,Jeff, and I love the photos of your wonderful island
ReplyDeleteThanks, Martin, but I also enjoy my Springtime jaunts to yours!
ReplyDeleteAh, to be young, wealthy, and... stupid. However, on two counts (I'll let you guess which ones) I'll never know. Thank Tyche for one of them, at least!
ReplyDeleteI think your problem, EvKa, was instead of embracing Tyche, you chased after Tush.
DeleteSo is that windmill yours, Jeff?
ReplyDeleteIt only seems at times that I live in a windmill.:) Though I do know someone who does live in one at the very heart of tourist central. It's the one farthest to the left of the six pictured on the headline photo above.
DeleteLove the light, and your island without the infestation of of motor vehicles.
ReplyDeleteSo do I, Lil, so do I.
DeleteThere you are in this beautiful place enjoying what has to be glorious weather and no or few tourists. My husband is in Los Angeles lazily reclining on a lounger in his sister's lovely, private patio. And I have been indoors for days slaving away at a computer working on the most recent book of this mystery writer I like. And making too many trips to the refrigerator. I look pale, wan, and too chubby. Am I making bad choices? :)
ReplyDeleteAhh, we all must do what we do best, Barbara. :)) Slave away, slave away, slave away (it seems everything in Greece is said three times) and thanks.
DeleteBarbara, my only comment is that you should be slaving away at your computer on the LA patio!
ReplyDeleteTo explain why I am not in L.A. would mean unearthing deeply buried family secrets that are not even that interesting! (Is there a sign for only partially kidding?) On a more serious note, what I am working on now is conceptually very complex and being alone is very useful. My husband is very supportive but he likes to talk to me!
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