… and the weather got so cold.

The wind picked up and the rain became heavier. The snow began to fall white and soft on the mountain tops. The waves, whitewashed in the turbulent sea, hit the bays and harbour piers with force. And somewhere there in the distance, in the hazy light of the fog, happy little bells ring out in melodic rhythms…
…Christmas is coming and a new year is emerging full of hope. Let’s take the mothballs out of the mothballs
our soul and let us sing with excessive longing and desire “Gone is the old time…” And let us wish that the new one is better, that it brings with it health,
joy and love.

To hug our loved ones again, to kiss them, to hold their hand and to travel with them.
With this wish and desire in our heart, we “cast out evil” by staying away with our body but not with our soul. We wear a mask and explore the neighbourhoods of our country. With our minds wandering all over Greece. With our hands and our passion we revive traditions that will fill our table with our grandmother’s recipes, sweeten our palate and warm our holidays. And when winter is gone, we’ll be here again, all together, ready for new journeys, with the sun and the spring breeze to cool us down.