This morning I woke up dreaming about her again. It’s that recurring dream that arouses me out of bed since I left Mythical Mykonos Greece. I am at Elia Beach. I walk to the water to cool off, feeling the hot sand burning the soles of my feet. She is in the water refreshing my hot perspiring skin, caressing my legs. I dive down deep into the crystal blue Aegean waters, filled with a sense of weightless ecstasy. When I come up for air I am suddenly dancing in the club, surrounded by gorgeous clubbers… 20-40 something-year-old party-people in the middle of the dance club. The loud pumping bass from the music vibrates my insides. Where are my friends? She takes my hand and pulls me towards the bar. We drink shots of a Spanish Liquor called Licor 43, so sweet. I like the taste of the citrus vanilla on my tongue. I want more. We are dancing wildly together… I awaken with a grimacing smile. She is still with me. Her name is Danger. She is the danger that lives and breathes, lurking in the corners of Mythical Mykonos Greece. I long to see her again! I will return to her, Dangerously Mythical Mykonos Greece!