We were warned at the beginning of this trip that our final island was going to be the party island. It did not disappoint.

From Mykonos we hopped on another ferry bright and early and headed to Paros. I can’t remember the name of the hostel we stayed at, but it was run by a foul mouthed Scottish woman. So needless to say, we I think we picked the best spot.

I remember exactly how the idea came up. A friend and I were talking over drinks and he mentioned wanting to go to the Bahamas (or something) in the spring. I nonchalantly said “I’m thinking about island hopping in Greece for 2 weeks, want to do that instead?” And off we went.