but, it is no fantasy island shrouded in the mist. Those who find their way here know the sound of the waves washing upon the shore, and hear the white doves, swans, geese, pelicans. Thousands are migrating and in need of fresh water. The air is full of sea salt. All come parched of thirst.

The winds will bring you here. Seekers and dreamers will find inspiration here. Here the muses sing to you...in the sigh of a breeze...many built it long ago. For 3000 years this safe harbor is here. All those who are seeking will find it here.