Mykonos

Exams are over! Spent a day recovering from caffeine withdrawal, and I'm now in full-blown panic mode for the end of the year. And last night at the pub I was reprimanded last night for neglecting my blog. Serves me right.

So, a post: (consisting mostly of pictures. With a bit of narration/caption-ing.)

A windmill. I got lost on my way into the town centre my first day of Mykonos and passed by this on the high road (that does not lead into the town centre, is very busy, and has no sidewalks). My guide book said there was a museum inside, but it was closed.

View of the Mykonos town centre from sort-of-above...

And standing at the water's edge facing back about toward where I was renting a room.

I also got lost on my way back from the town centre (only on my first day in Mykonos) and ended up waaaay past my turnoff to walk back up the hill. I don't know how far I walked, but it was quite a ways. And then I turned a corner, crested a hill, and spotted a donkey grazing in front of a church.

I had been alone long enough by this point to have been talking and singing to myself as I walked, and when I spotted the donkey I started directing my random comments regarding the weather and the sensation of being unable to find where I was supposed to be living at him. His ears perked up, swiveled around toward me, and then he came moseying over. For my part, I stopped walking when it became clear that he wanted to investigate and waited for him to amble over.

He was adorable, and clearly wanted some attention. I gently, carefully, warily let him sniff my open palm, the way I've been told you let a horse do to introduce yourself, then gave him a gentle pet on his snout. He didn't seem to mind.

So I dug my camera back out of my pocket and tried to keep snapping pictures as I petted him. (Thus the hand in the above picture.) Unfortunately, I stopped paying too much attention to him as I messed with my camera, and even looked away to try to aim the camera.

AND HE BIT ME. THE LITTLE BUGGER BIT ME. AND I GOT A FRIGGING PICTURE OF IT.

And he left pus-yellow slime all over my arm and a line of donkey-teeth-shaped red marks on my forearm. I yelped and jumped back, totally offended. Basically booked it outta there.

I think I made him sad, though. He didn't break the skin, and I'm betting it would have been easy for him to do so. I think it was more of a friendly nip than anything else; he was actually quite a sweetheart.