Although my home is in Ephesus and Athens, my family originally came from southern Crete, and here we have held land for many generations, on the edge of the great Mesara plain. My great-uncle and his sons run the farm now, although they are close family and I may visit any time I wish.

Welcome to our runners from the glorious Prometheia! Here, you may sit in the shade, in the trees just down from the farm house, and enjoy simple country food. Goats cheese and thyme honey, of course; fresh baked bread; raisins and dried pomenegranates; and of course, olives from those fields you see stretching away towards the mountains.

As long as our family has lived at Kamiros, there have been olives - do you see that great tree over there, just off to the right? My grandfather hired a painter once to paint that tree. It is older than memory, and he always said, with such an ancient olive still green and full of fruit, the land would continue good. After all, it has served our family well, time out of mind.

When I was little, I used to occasionally visit relatives that lived not very far from the great ruins of the palace of Phaistos, about ten miles from our farm. So strange to think that, when Crete was an Empire and kings lived just down the road from me, farmers here probably already prunted their grape vines, tended their olives, and made sausages for the kings!

Oh I forgot to mention - wine of course! Or would you prefer goats milk?

You may find THE MENU for our supper here. Don't hesitate to ask for seconds! We have no musicians, I'm afraid, but you may listen to our birds and rest.