Journey into the Deep Mani. A land for dragons.

The Mani could be described in several way, but not as predictable. When you arrive there, after passing the Taiyetos, looking down at that red, scorched peninsula stretching into the deep blue Aegan Sea, you can almost feel on your...

Following Medea’s path: secret Corinth

Tell me your secrets, Mountain. Why do I feel so attracted to you? Why do I feel the need of climbing your wall, risking of falling at every step, just to stand on your head for a moment, before going...

Back to the wilds: traveling by foot, one step at a time…

The Pentelicus is red and gold this evening. Like a marshmallow ready to be eaten. From the window, I can see the rocks of the marble caves, shaped through the shades formed by the light of the dying day. A...

From home to home…

Sometimes I feel empty like a white page. I am there, still, waiting for something. A word. A comma. Anything, really. This usually happens when I want (feel the need to) write something, but the thoughts are just too messy....

Hidden Greece: hiking the Ephialtes’ path

We begin the hike entering a pine forest. The way is nothing more than a goat path, a light stripe of previous footsteps and tilled soil that climbs the mountainside. We follow the trail along which Ephialtes, the traitor of...

Hydra, an Aphrodite in white and blue

“Hydra is almost a bare rock of an island (...) There are only two colors: blue and white, and the white is whitewashed every day, down to the cobblestones in the street (...)”. In his book, “The Colossus of Maroussi”...

The Pnyx: a tale of the ancient Gods

"I remind you of this, Athenians, because I want you to know and realize that, as no danger can assail you while you are on your guard, so if you are remiss no success can attend you.” Demosthenes stated these...

There is no such a place as Budapest

The peaceful flowing of the Danube, carrying along its stories and moods, is the main character of Budapest. This double city, incorporating the towns of Buda, on the West side of the river, and Pest, on the East side, is...

Athens: an introduction

A throng of chitchatting strollers covered in bags packing Ermou Street, an overwhelming cinnamon smell filling the air, grey and beaten- up buildings following one another like tired soldiers going to fight a lost battle, and then - out of...