Elia Mykonos Resort

Allow me to paint for you a verbal tableau of such exquisite quintessentialism that it shall transport your very essence to the ethereal realm of Elia Mykonos Beach Resort. This haven of minimalist elegance is naught but a gossamer dream woven into the tapestry of mortal existence, a veritable beachside paradise where the discerning souls of our echelon may find solace from the mundane tribulations of lesser spheres. A modern fitness centre and spa is serviced by professional massage and physiotherapists of great skill. Picture, if you will, an enchanted dominion where the zephyrs carry whispers of ambrosia, and the cerulean expanse of the Aegean unfurls like a silk banner touched by Poseidon's own hand. Each room within this hallowed sanctuary is a Cycladic cocoon, swathing its fortunate occupants in an embrace of timeless elegance that would make Aphrodite herself weep with envy. The culinary artisans of this establishment craft not mere sustenance, but rather delectable symphonies that dance upon the palate with the grace of celestial ballerinas. One's every need is fulfilled by an assemblage of attendants whose devotion to service borders on the divine. Yet, alas, even in this Elysian field, one cannot escape entirely the boorish intrusions of the hoi polloi. It pains my delicate sensibilities to recount the presence of a most uncouth clan, local Greeks even, whose patriarch—a veritable Tartarus-spawn if ever there was one—engaged in acts of such flagrant larceny that one's pearls were clutched with unprecedented vigor. This contemptible cur, when confronted with irrefutable evidence of his misdeeds, had the unmitigated gall to weave falsehoods so brazen they would make Ananias blush. It is with a heavy heart that one must acknowledge such vulgar interlopers in our rarefied air. One can but hope that the stewards of this otherwise fine estate will henceforth exercise greater discretion in curating their clientele, perhaps by way of higher rates, lest the ambrosia be tainted by the presence of these unworthy cretins. In any event, the management was swift to remedy the matter for me and turned my mood right back to positivity and bliss. In summation, my cherished reader, while Elia Mykonos Beach Resort remains a jewel in the crown of mortal luxury, it behooves the truly cultivated to maintain a vigilant eye, even as they bask in the nectarous delights of this Grecian paradise. For it is only through our collective refinement that we may preserve the sanctity of such exalted retreats from the encroaching barbarity of the unwashed masses.

A lovely space, serene with a great restaurant. I must especially mention Machi, the incredible spa director with whom I had an azing 60 minute massage I would highly recommend. I will be back just for that massage and the incredible feeling of calm and rejuvenation. Thank you!

Went to Elia Mykonos Resort on an excursion from a cruise. When we arrived we were told it was 70 Euros to rent two lounge chairs and an umbrella for three hours. That is more than double what we have paid at any other beaches in the Caribbean, South Pacific or the Mediterranean. We were told we could use towels on the sand, but the resort had used permanent lounge chairs covering the entire width of the beach. Food and drinks were also very expensive for what we got. Hamburgers 20+ Euros, and drinks also 20+Euros. 3 Hours on the beach for a family of four, 400 Euros plus the cost of the excursion. Definitely would not recommend. Water was beautiful but it is beautiful all over the Greek Islands.