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You could swear they sing as they speak. It sounds Italian but it’s Greek, and you don’t mind they curse as they breathe.

“Menexedes kai Zoumboulia” (Violets and Yacinths), cheerful and sparkling. Here, romantic violins are as good as laughing out loud.

Paired with Riganada. Thick slice of bread with olive oil, Pretza cheese from the island of Cephalonia, tomato and oregano.

Should you lie on enormous sand beaches or explore the secrets of rough mountains? Taste the grassy olives or pick up a strawberry? The soil is so rich it can support the entire circle of life and in circles they dance either they are feeling low or ecstatically high, be it Kalamatianos, Tsamikos or Syrtos

Paired with Kagianas. Traditional Peloponnesian surprise omelet.

Leventomana (a Greek expression for Crete, meaning “mother of proud children”). Music has intensity and self confidence, flows like water burns like fire, tells about new life and tragic death, brings together war and love in one sentence as no other can do.

Paired with Cretan dry bread topped with spicy peppers on one side, cooled by the sweetness of another cretan recipe, fried feta cheese in crust with honey

Drums of war are heard through the air, they march in to the dance floor as if it was a combat zone. Say “Baidouska” for instance, do you feel the hot breath of the Balkans on your neck? Cauldrons over charcoal with heavy sauces, meat you almost forget in the ovens, get ready for winter and for battle.

Paired with Our very own moussaka, with slow cooked pork, béchamel sauce , eggplants and potatoes, sided with traditional pickle salad found in Thrace.

After the winter comes the summer, and the summer here seems to last forever. “Dari, Dari”, something that goes hand in hand, and repeats itself. The rhythm is the sea, fishermen marinate the fish, and you can almost smell the salt on your body.

Paired with Slices of marinated anchovy lying on tomato chutney.

Trehantiri is a light sailing boat, we now travel on the crest of the waves through the northern Aegean islands and through time reaching the Turkish coast. Dance looking at each other but also alone,

Find out who we were and who we’ ve become.

Paired with Samolina cake served at cozy home temperature –this would be slightly warm- with honey, raisins, cinnamon, a touch added by a loving mom.