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Living in a Tourism Crisis

We have all heard about the economic crisis and have been experiencing it ourselves for the past year. Among the Grey Goose bottles and being showered in champagne at beach parties this past week, I have to admit I have seen a slight drop in tourism and people spending money.

Skandinavian Bar and Disco has two small, cozy bars downstairs, a big courtyard littered with small tables and a stairway leading to a medium sized disco. We have always been famous in tourism books for the cheapest place to buy a drink and the best club in town for bottle prices. Many people are coming to the bar, filling the dance floor and having a great time. However, when I look at the three bartenders in the disco, they are not taking orders, making drinks or taking money at a constant rate. They will make a drink, then stand for ten minutes until someone orders another. This really proves that people are getting their alcohol elsewhere, drinking it on the streets and possibly sneaking it into the bar.

Luckily, for me, the bottles service has been going quite well. Some of my customers have been showing up randomly and grabbing bottles left and right, unlike the average tourist.

Another thing that has shocked the Greek community here, other than the tourism crisis, is the fact that large bars and discos and smoke free. That’s right ladies and gentlemen, you are no longer allowed to light up your cancer stick and infect the rest of the disco population with your filth! It makes me feel so powerful when I see someone light up a cigarette and I tap them on the shoulder and point to the no smoking sign. HA!

Other than that, everything is going well with me. The job has become rather stressful, more so than last year because we have a lot of pressure on us. But with a new season comes all sorts of new friends mixing with old ones and stories of last summer become myth and legend.


.My Crazy Life.

Such As Life.
Plain and simple and imprinted on a drunk Australian’s back. And I will always remember him as being drunk. Drunk at the beach, drunk in my VIP section in the club, and passed out drunk on the sidewalk by the bus station.

Good Morning. Because every day here is a morning and every morning is a night. When something utterly ridiculous happens all of us workers at the bar just laugh in disbelief and say “Good Morning.” Our life schedules are to ridiculous and not normal here that if you don’t laugh, you’ll go literally insane. I rarely ever see the night, or I never notice it because the sun is always just on the horizon. But the other night, I pushed my way through the gaggles of drunken people from all walks of the Earth, bust through the double doors of the upstairs club and rested my hands on the balcony. I just took a deep breathe and stopped for a second. And for the first time, I looked up at the sky and saw the brightest stars you would ever see. Isn’t it amazing when you are in such a roller coaster of a situation, you can always look up and see the calm.

I met a guy who is a bartender at another bar, his name is Marcus and he often hangs out with us. He is Australian and very nice. He was standing by my VIP section last night, and he noticed how stressed out I was over creepy Italians grabbing me or drunk VIP trying to dance with me and what not…and he whispered to me..”You know Linds, this is such a hard place to live. All of us have to look out for each other.” It was so simple to say, yet it really struck a chord inside me. In the end, I am only a memory maker. People will remember me and the time they had at the bar, or on the beach…but the people I work with or live with have my back no matter what.

I have discovered that I am probably going on a very big adventure after Mykonos. I have been offered many jobs throughout the world, and I just might hop on the journey-of-life train I so often speak of, then come back for another summer here in Mykonos. This might mean I will not come back to Seattle for awhile, but I am making the memories that count.

I have been through it all you guys. Chased home by 6 Greeks, pushed in a pool during sunrise, had long talks on the beach, seen an elephant thong, considered 2:30pm my morning and 8am my bed time, had my fair share of Grey Goose/Belvedere/Moet, driven an ATV and almost hit a by a bus, swam in the Aegean, drove a jet ski with an F-1 race car driver, drank Champagne on a private yacht bigger than my house, officially had my name changed to Barbie by the locals…and yes, held many stray kittens.

It has been one month and 3 weeks since I made the decision to quit my job and take a leap of faith. It has been one month since I left Seattle. And one month since I made the best decision of my life. Many people look at me and say “you have the best job in the world. Do you know how many people wish they could do what you are doing?” Yes. I understand, but my reply back is always “then why don’t they.” That is when I see the biggest smile on their faces and it is my favorite when they stop for one second and realize I am right. This has been a crazy summer ladies and gentlemen, but hey, such as life.

Good Morning.