I just so happened to be breezing through Mykonos at the very same time that San Giorgio Hotel was hosting Blogger Week â€“ a weeklong event hosting various bloggers from around the globe, with the intent of sharing the #SanGiorgioLove. Serbians, Americans, Austrians, Germans, you name it. Most of them work in fashion and design, and they included the likes of Elle features editors. And then thereâ€™s little â€˜ol me with my 20-ton backpack wearing sweatpants and smelling like cheap wine.
I love the disparity of my travel writing life.
San Giorgio even generously gave Matt his own room because we were growing sick of each other.
Just kidding. I miss him a lot.
â€œMojito, please,â€ I requested.
â€œRosemary, or regular?â€ the bartender asked. What a world we live in.
The bartender presented me with the most wonderful Rosemary Mojito I have ever set eyes on. It was glorious. Matt, having a penchant for finer tastes than I, asked Thasos (the bartender) how he made it.
â€œItâ€™s a rosemary syrup. I handpick the rosemary myself and then grind it into a syrupy mixture,â€ he said, showing us his bottle. Heâ€™s had three years of learning experience at a bartending school. And so you get some idea about how much care San Giorgio puts into its presentation and service.
(Side note: Try the Greek yoghurt with strawberries. Itâ€™s like a cream dessert, and Iâ€™ve been lusting for it ever since.)
I had a chat with Thomas, the owner. Heâ€™s from Germany and has had a good deal of experience running businesses in the service industry â€“ starting out with a bunch of nightclubs, and now hospitality. He met his colleague, Mario, in Ibiza years ago and it was like fate.
â€œWe wanted a unique hotel experience that wouldnâ€™t be stuffy,â€ Thomas said. â€œAround here you can walk around in flip-flops and sweatpants, and no one will care.â€
Good thing, because itâ€™s my attire of choice.
The reason I choose hostels so much over hotels these days is because I prefer the social setting, especially when Iâ€™m travelling alone and want to meet friends and make out with Australians. (Also because Iâ€™m poor and canâ€™t afford to indulge all that much.)
But San Giorgio provides the kind of social atmosphere that most hostels have: a big pool and bar area, a cushy lobby area, a private garden, and even a chapel. Although I suppose you canâ€™t be social in a chapel. But still. Itâ€™s there.
In the process, I met some wonderfully talented people, made some great new friends (including the hotel staff), and lived like a queen for a few sweet days. I was a little relieved to see Mykonos beyond the outrageous party scene, like the iPhone cases sold in shops with â€œCOCAINEâ€ written on them (often paired with a nipple or two â€“ seriously), or the â€œbrosâ€ wearing their neon wife beaters. Yes, itâ€™s possible to keep it classy. Thank you, San Giorgio.
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