Come, come inside. Close the heavy wooden door behind you—the draft from the mountain pass is strong today. Let me put another log on the fire. My name is Andreas. I was born in this village, I learned to walk on these cobblestones, and now, I run a small xenonas  (guesthouse) just a few streets up from the main square. To you, Metsovo might be a postcard of stone mansions and snowy roofs, but to me, it is the sturdy heart of Epirus that beats slowly, steadily, despite how fa