Tilting at windmills

I know that I am sometimes a poor representative of people who have degrees in literature.  I studied it in college, but only to the extent that a young person with a full time job studies anything.  I guess what I am saying is I took a lot of notes.  I took a lot of notes and I made a lot of inferences.  I was pretty busy- I had to work enough to pay for school, and I know that's an excuse, but it's the one I am going with.  I may not have exactly read all the stuff I was supposed to.  Like Don Quixote.  I know, I know- I should read it.  And I probably will.  I just didn't have time when I was supposed to, and somewhere in there, I forgot.

Anyhow, Mykonos has a set of famous windmills.  I think you can see where this is going- if you had bothered to read Don Quixote.  Personally, I only get the reference from a series of inferences I made.  Nevertheless, Cas and I saw the windmills today, and we decided to tilt at them.  Here we are, tilting at windmills: 

Some quick researching tells me that the expression comes from the book I thought it did, and it was because Don himself decided to fight imagined giants, but instead, found himself fighting windmills.  It's also used in the parlance of jousting.  Mostly, though, it refers to fighting an enemy you perceive differently than that enemy is in reality.  Huh.  The more you know, I guess.  

The thing about Mykonos that happened before we got here was that people were apparently tying to dissuade us from our plans.  One girl on our trip who is a bit younger seemed to be telling us that it is not our type of place.  There are nightclubs and parties.  In her estimation, people do not sleep in the nighttime on this island.  She didn't tell us we were too old, but she kind of meant that we were too old.  

We had no intention of going to nightclubs, anyway.  I never liked them in my 20s, and I don't see the need to start now.  Cas and I did exactly what we always do.  We found the things worthy of our attention, and we did those things.  

We walked over to the windmills, tilted at them, found a weird art gallery he had read about online, then went to a nice place with a view for an appetizer and some Prosecco.  After that, we walked around and did a little people-watching.  When we wrapped that up, we walked to a part of town called Little Venice, presumably named for is waterfront restaurants.  We had a sunset dinner there with some spectacular scenery.  I made a time lapse video of the sunset, and Cas should be uploading it any minute.  Go find it.  If I put it here, I don't think this post will upload. 

Tomorrow, we are headed to an island off the coast of Mykonos called Delos. It is an archaeological site where preservation efforts prevent the Greeks from permitting overnight stays.  No problem, though.  We are about to go to sleep in the very best hotel of the trip.  Stands to reason, though.  The tour is over, and now, we're in a place Cas booked for us.  He has better taste than the tour company, as it turns out.  

So, that's it for the evening.  Good night from wild, crazy party island, where Cas and I will likely be asleep before midnight.  Yep.  We're super young and fun.  See you tomorrow.