Gunjan Shah
Google
If you’re looking for a place that feels like the Greek gods got together and decided to create a boutique hotel with spotless white walls, ridiculous views, and staff so nice it makes you question your own manners—Rocabella Mykonos is it.
Let’s start with Elle at the front desk. I’m convinced she might actually be running the entire island. Friendly, sharp, and effortlessly cool, she manages to be warm without ever crossing into overly peppy territory—which, frankly, should be taught in hospitality schools.
And at breakfast, there’s a young woman whose name I didn’t catch, probably because she was too busy being everywhere at once. She’s part ninja, part hostess, and possibly caffeinated by the gods themselves. One of the hardest-working humans I’ve ever seen—and all before I’d even finished my first cappuccino.
The place is immaculate. Like, “eat off the floor if you’re into that sort of thing” clean. Our room had both a sea view and pool view, plus a private plunge pool—because apparently, I now only vacation like a minor royal.
Bonus: It had just opened for the season, so it wasn’t crowded. No scrambling for sunbeds or elbowing people at the breakfast buffet. It was peaceful, serene, and felt like we had stumbled upon some secret, stylish Grecian hideaway.
The staff? Super attentive. Not in a hovering way, but in a “blink and someone has already brought you more ice” way.
Would I recommend it? Only if you enjoy gorgeous views, top-tier service, and escaping the chaos of downtown Mykonos without sacrificing style. So yes. Yes, I would.
P.S. Bring sunglasses. For the sun, yes—but also for the sheer level of chic happening around you.