Some places, such as Paris, have a magic best experienced for brief periods so the romantic feeling doesn't become tainted by a day to day reality. But Mykonos was different in that respect. Mykonos made you long for the restful, happy day to day reality of life on the Greek island, and it was the brief visits that tortured the soul. Paris was a romantic respite from life, Mykonos was life itself, and living. I understood why Susan had made a home for herself on Mykonos.