Born and bred in Chios island, I have to split my time on the island into three significant periods.
The first starts as a kid travelling in Southern part with my parents; Pyrgi, Olympoi and Mesta were the first bits of my memory’s mosaic consisting of colours, aromas, tastes, feelings and moments that still give me goosebumps until today.
From the stoned alleys in the Medieval villages and the aroma of mastic to the cool seaside of Lagkada, Katarraktis and Vokaria. Catching the sun rising from the deepest of Anatolia at the Windmills of Vrontados and enjoying the millions of shades of red of the sunset in Avgonima and Sidirounta. From the Kampos’ mandarin groves to the taverns of North Chios that remain untouched by time.
For all the above reasons, and for many more, Chios is welcoming the new and old visitors to discover it.