The Aegean breeze whips through your hair as you stand on the ferry deck, the outline of Milos slowly emerging from the hazy horizon. The ferry cuts through the turquoise water, leaving a trail of foamy white in its wake. Seagulls cry overhead, their calls echoing the growing excitement in your chest.
As you draw closer, the island's volcanic heart becomes clear. Dramatic cliffs, sculpted by wind and water, rise from the sea. Pastel-colored houses begin to appear, clinging precariously to the hillsides. The air fills with the scent of salt and something faintly floral, perhaps from the vibrant bougainvillea cascading down balconies.
The ferry glides into the port of Adamas, the main town on Milos. Bustling activity greets you – locals unloading supplies, tourists eagerly disembarking, and the rhythmic thrum of small fishing boats bobbing nearby. The air thrums with a happy energy, a promise of sun-drenched adventures waiting to be discovered. You grab your bags, ready to explore the magic of Milos.