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Drunk ice cream |
Then we went to Mykonos. My Mom and Dad and baby brother Damien were coming to Mykonos on a ferry. The wind was blowing really hard when we backed up to the dock in Mykonos and blew our boat against the dock. It made a tiny scratch. Papa was angry about that because it was the first scratch ever on the boat.


We also walked up to some old windmills on a hill. It looked down on an area they called Little Venice by the water. We walked around and found a place to eat pork gyros and ice cream. I had chocolate fully loaded with chocolate chips.

While we were in Mykonos Town we found a restaurant that made fresh pasta. Mom said we would go eat there the next day after we returned from seeing the island of Delos. This restaurant had all colors and shapes of pasta on display tables outside.
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Pretty colored pasta in all shapes and sizes |
Next day we went back to town. Mr.Pelican was still there. I think he is tame. We got on a ferry that went to Delos.
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