My Private Island

A quiet street, a moped zips by, chatter from the two older ladies on the balcony above – this is the other side of Mykonos waking up for another day.  I sit in a cafe with a cappuccino, the coffee beans you can taste on the tip of your tongue, not burnt but roasted just right.  It is a perfect time to sit outside and people watch as the town slowly comes to life. Continue reading “My Private Island”