Vom bags. We’ve got them in hand, at the ready. The day we leave, is the day a windy Mykanos shows it’s true blue colors. The sea is all over the windows. And we’re a-rocking, side-to-side, up-and-over. Another splash against the window. Heads all sway my way because we’re all on the same boat ride which is similar to a rollercoaster. You can’t help but throw-up a laugh as the girls beside me are squeezing shut their eyes and trying hard to imagine they’re back in the clear waters of Platis Gialos and not halfway to the plane that will split us all up.