Wow... have I been awful at this whole blogging malarkey recently or have I been AWFUL at it. The latter of course, always look for the clue in capitalisation. I'm sure
no one's noticed you've all missed me, so to slightly make up for it, here's an article I was commissioned to write for a luxury travel magazine. I was given permission to share it so... here's proof that I have not fallen into a comma just yet.
Myrsini’s best kept secret.
By Daphne Economou
Solitary beaches on popular Greek islands are a rarity, especially ones sprinkled in golden sand, surrounded by gorgeous nature and dipping their toes into crystal clear waters. They are the kind of oasis relieved of buildings, crowds and tourists chasing to smother their unruly children with chalk-like sunscreen. My untrained eye, deemed camping the only way to call this place home during my holidays there. Camping isn’t what is cracked up to be, all the dreams of careless frolicking and sun kissed skin are soon replace by lobster like burnt flesh and windswept tangles. One morning, just as I was despairing, being woken up by the sun rising, what seemed like a well-kept secret caught my eye. Drenched in an orange-hued light, stood a house that blended in with the outskirts of the beach. Its colour, all sandy and chameleon like, made it hard to notice at first, but with the sun highlighting it, its presence was undeniable. Struck by curiosity and, let’s be honest, nosiness, I walked towards it. A large cobble web area proceeded the house itself. On it, nature had been turned into beautiful design ready to accommodate elegant living under the shading of bamboo sticks that let the sun peak through just a tad. I followed one of the stone paths that lied beneath the cooling olive trees when, as it often happens when you invite yourself into strangers houses, I bumped into the owner.
He told me how he saw the land bare and dreamed up his perfect holiday palace out of nowhere. How he liked the old technique of Mykonian house making that keeps the elements at bay giving the residents the chance to dip in and out of them if and when they like. “It keeps the winds out but stores the brightness of the sun inside” he said.
“You can’t really witness the sunset from here, but you can take in all the warmth and light of the sunrise… it’s a home destined for a time of year when the sunrise is far more interesting than the sunset. In the winter, when it’s cold, you need those last minutes of sun to help soak up some extra warmth but in the summertime the afternoon shade and chill, the lack of blasting sun provides, are therapeutic.” As I stand in the sun-adorned part of the house by the tastefully subtle swimming pool, I couldn’t agree more.
We walk inside the house, all wooden floors and walls of curved stones, it looks like a like a classic dream yet feels cozy and familial.
Its corners and curves were the love child of the technician who tried to create straight lines ‘by eye’ dismissing all modern tools. A sharp illustration staircase would look foreign in this rustic space so the owner asked for “steps” to take its place adding to the familiar atmosphere that is so much more comforting to anyone that steps foot in there. The owner tells me how the spacious kitchens, which can easily welcome more than 12 people, are his playground, where he cooks for friends, using just biological eggs and vegetables from the potent and flavourful garden the nutritious ancient grounds hold outside.
I told the owner how this house was everything I had been looking for, the epitome of classic elegance with an edge of boho chic that doesn’t require lugging a tent all over the island. The owner credited it all to his wife who has an eye for spaces “she sees an area and immediately knows what will look good”. And once more, I have to agree for this house is the perfect equilibrium between an unrealistically decorated dream house and the perfectly comfortable family nest. And though I’m sure you could probably get the owner’s wife to decorate the insides of any crummy tent and I’m sure she would probably do it successfully, I’m going to suggest you saving her from styling a blow up mattress and a couple of wind up torches into a home, and move into their welcoming oasis instead.
Copyright: Mykonos Confidential