This post should really be called “There’s something about Milos” but I reasoned ‘little luxe book’ is only 2nd chapter in and I’m no quitter.
But there really is something about Milos.
It’s been jam-packed month since J and I were there, but my memories are strangely super fresh.
We’re both still fairly anecdotal about the trip: the first world struggle of my map reading, the countless drives we got lost on (awkwardly the island’s only 14km wide). the umpteen tumblr moments I captured on snapchat, our pocket-sized Peugeot (we named her Mary) and the extraordinarily white beach at Sarakiniko which I basically vogued across on more than one visit.
As Greek island’s go, Milos just isn’t like any of the others.
Getting there: we ditched a cold rainy London and flew to Athens with Aegean Airways (strong on-board meal game) before reluctantly boarding an Olympic
aerosol can propeller jet over to the island of aphrodite – Milos. The ‘no direct flights to Milos from London‘ had me at hello – yup, if I can get through a vacay without any reminder of home then I’m as happy as a clam. Not once did I hear an English accent on our trip, non, nadda, nice work Milos nice work.
We touched down in paradise and pitched up at surely the best kept secret on the island: our digs.
Where we stayed: Santa Maria Village or as I like to call it ‘sorry not sorry-villa’. From the moment we arrived, unloaded our cases and parked Mary under her own olive tree I knew we were home. Imagine freshly painted white houses – each comprising two suites – all flanked by pink bourgainvilla and surrounding a
thank god it was quiet pool.
Our suite 105 seduced us with her sun-trap terrace and romantic sea view so I spent all of the first day road testing our patio furniture while J explored the wine-list.
FYI: i carried that watermelon all the way from the local store like a gladiator.
Can you spot a sartorial theme?
But back to Milos and J and I living the dream in suite 105. Our mornings were all about the breakfast.
In fact everything we did revolved around good food and lots of it. The Santa Maria Village breakfast was championship hefty so we’d have it delivered to the balcony from where we bathed, lounged, sun-worshipped and swam ’til it was gone.
Anything leftover I’d hold hostage in the kitchenette fridge (and then nibble at when J wasn’t looking). Sorry not sorry-villa told ya.
On the itinerary: We booked ourselves onto a Milos Adventures catamaran. All day. On a boat.
They say you never really know a person until they’re struggling with 3g internet. They say.
But wifi-anxiety, wind-swept hair and watching the skipper wrestle
a live octopus lunch aside, this is THE only way to see what Milos is all about. And it’s amazing what the skipper’s squid spaghetti, gallons of wine and a swim in crystal clear Kleftiko can do for the soul.
Can we go back?
launching my i-phone at the boat-deck in no service frustration technical difficulties
….we arrived back to the marina and positioned ourselves
under the strongest wifi-hotspot in the door well of O Hamos and ordered wine.
Favourite eats: By car we stumbled upon a little strip of restaurants in a place called Pollonia.
Gialos was the fanciest and we dedicated an entire evening there hoovering course after course of sharing dishes; from orzo risotto with cuttlefish ink to sea bream carpaccio to blue fin tuna tataki to …it was a marathon. Hydrated with pink *water and mopped up with whole loaves of bread.
Armenaki we visited the day after – also in Pollonia – and lunched with cats (literally perched watching/waiting for us to share our fish). Then we wandered further up the track for coffee and home made cake at Kivotos ton Gefseon – worth the 100 yards.
FYI: these places were all so good and so humble I did shamelessly gushing trip advisor reviews to promote them!!
if you’re still reading this your perseverance is much appreciated so I’m sharing with you the jewel in the Milos crown: Sarakiniko beach
Sarakiniko beach is location goals!!!! It was incredible. Moon-like and blindingly bright. So beautiful that from the minute I posted pics on my snap I realised we’d struck insta-gold and throw-backs forever more. Legit goals.
Google reckons there are 80 beaches in Milos and we probably only uncovered 10% of that in four days but Sarakiniko stole my heart.
Seriously. Should we go back? Can we??
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