When I booked the Greek Food Walking Tour in Athens, I thought I’d be doing just that — walking and eating. And sure, there was plenty of...

I’ll be honest with you. I came to Mykonos expecting beach clubs, big beats, and bougainvillea. That glossy postcard version. I didn’t...

I came to Santorini for the views. Let’s get that out of the way. The brochures promised blue domes and endless skies, caldera sunsets...

I didn’t come to Athens to see the Parthenon. I mean, of course I did, but what I craved more than the postcards was the pulse of the...

It started with the usual reasons. I booked the day cruise to Poros, Hydra, and Aegina because I had a free day in Athens and thought,...

I went to Mykonos expecting beaches, cocktails, and whitewashed postcard alleys. What I didn’t expect was to spend a quiet afternoon in...

It all started with a coffee. Not just any coffee—this was Greek coffee, thick and earthy, served in a tiny cup in the square of...

I never thought I’d find something profound between a wedge of feta and a steaming cup of Greek coffee. But that’s what happened in...

I didn’t go to Naxos expecting anything life-changing. I came for a beach, maybe some ruins, definitely a glass of wine with a sea view....

If you’d told me a few months ago that the most profound lesson of my year would come to me over a sticky square of bougatsa and a glass...

I never thought I'd find myself hunched over a slab of marble in a village workshop, tweezers in one hand, tiny piece of stone in the...

I didn’t plan on painting silk in Athens. Honestly, I’d never even thought about scarves, let alone handcrafting one. But that afternoon,...

I never imagined I'd find myself strumming an ancient Greek lyre in a quiet room in Thessaloniki, the same city where philosophers once...

I came to Corfu for the sun and the sea. What I didn’t expect was to leave with a new way of seeing the world. It was my third day on the...

I wasn’t looking for a lesson. I just wanted something to do with my hands. Rhodes was a last-minute decision. I needed sun, silence, and...

It started with a wrong turn. I’d been walking the streets of Plaka, dodging souvenir shops and the hum of tourists, when I stumbled upon...

It was my fourth day on Paros. The wind was playing tricks again—rushing down narrow alleys in Parikia and lifting the corners of linen...

I never planned to carve marble on my trip to Greece. I had come for the usual things—sunlight that bleeds gold, food so fresh it hums on...

They say every trip to Greece leaves a mark on you. I didn’t expect mine to be made of tile and glass. It happened on a Tuesday afternoon...

They said it was just a family-friendly cultural tour. A bit of Athens, a bit of history, a bit of green in the National Gardens. But...

I wasn’t looking for a spiritual moment when I signed up for a sculpture workshop in Athens. I just thought it would be something cool...

My name is Despina. I’m 63 now, though most people in Vathi still call me “To Koritsi tou Fournou”—the baker’s daughter. It’s not untrue....

They call me Antonis, and I’ve run the same periptero—a tiny kiosk—on a corner of Koukaki for nearly 34 years. Most passersby barely...

My name is Sofia, and I was born with wind in my hair and saltwater in my veins. That’s what my grandmother used to say, every time she...