I close my eyes and dream of my island in the winter. I dream about the strong winds and the messy sea, I dream about the wine and the intense tsambounes and toubakia music that leaves you no ...
Τhere is something about that picture that captivates me. If you live in an island, you know what I am talking about, right? The sweetness of it; its nostalgic vibe, although it is not old. It w...
March is here and likes to surprise us with days as glorious as this. Days without greyness and rain, without strong and dusty south winds. Days that wink at you, promising everything that we are...
Monday morning & alarm clock & rain = disaster. You know what I’m talking about, right? This blue feeling of February Mondays, bluer than usual when accompanied by heavy pouring rain, is not th...
-and a post about the recipes we forget- I sometimes discover forgotten pieces of paper with recipes written on them; in my old bags, among the pages of a half-finished book, in the back of a ...
From the island of Iraklia Although pasteli wouldn’t make it to the top five (or even to the top ten) of typical Valentine’s treats, and without any intention to look down on the day’s ...
Rays of morning light enter through the salty windows; as they get trapped in my mother’s laced curtains, they create sunlight tattoos on the rough island wall. I want to Instagram it, but my c...
Islanders are travelers. They have been travelling for so long, it’s a part of their DNA. Captains, mechanics, traders, explorers and fishermen, travel under the protection Saint Nicholas or Po...
Open air cinema is probably the coolest thing on my cool summer things top 5: it exceeds ice cream, star gazing, swimming and beer, since a brilliant open air cinema can include all the above; an...
Μay is the Friday of the months. It has work pilled up and it has leisure; no, actually it has something better than that: it has the promise of leisure; A promise solid as a rock, the kind of p...