First evening in Athens. Then fly or fast catamaran to Santorini. When we get bored there, work our way back on the ferries. Ios, Paros, Naxos, Mykonos, Tinos. I’m thinking Naxos or Tinos.

I’ve already pre-judged Mykonos. It’s packed with drunks, gays, and cruise ships and decorated with “authentically restored” imitation windmills.

And Paros is the new Mykonos. I don’t think Ios has the cruise ships or the gay scene. I wouln’t mind stopping on Mykonos to see the ruins in Delos, but it’ll probably be a line like Disneyland. The best time to see archeology is the off season. Maybe you can get a ride from Tinos to Delos.

I’m sure there’s a real windmill in Greece somewhere, but probably even the locals don’t remember where it is. Silly British tourists, Cervantes never lived in Greece.

It’s easy to confuse it with Spain if you think “it’s that place where they have sunshine.” Seattleites are probably just as susceptible if less literary.

I’m going to open up a whitewash store in Greece.