A Warm Welcome in Stilos

As the train gently rolled into the sun-drenched landscape of Crete, I felt a familiar thrill of anticipation. The rhythmic clatter of the wheels on the tracks had lulled me into a state of serene reflection, a reminder of the many journeys I’ve taken across Europe. This time, my destination was the quaint village of Stilos, where I was to partake in the Crete Traditions experience.

Upon arrival, I was greeted by the warm smiles of Paraskevas and Sofiya, our gracious hosts for the day. They welcomed us with a steaming cup of coffee and a friendly chat, setting the tone for what promised to be a day steeped in tradition and hospitality. Their dog, Nutella, wagged its tail enthusiastically, adding a touch of homely charm to the scene. It was a moment that transported me back to simpler times, where the pace of life was slower and connections were more personal.

Immersed in Cretan Culture

The experience began with a tour of the farm, a sprawling expanse of olive groves and vineyards. Paraskevas led us through the fields, sharing stories of his grandparents and the rich cultural heritage of Crete. We were invited to milk the goats, a task that was both humbling and exhilarating. The goats, with their gentle eyes and soft bleats, seemed to welcome our novice attempts.

As we wandered through the farm, we were encouraged to sample the grapes, plucking them straight from the vine. The sweetness of the fruit was a testament to the fertile land and the care with which it was tended. It was a sensory delight, reminiscent of the many vineyards I’ve visited during my travels, each with its own unique story to tell.

A Culinary Journey

Back at the farmhouse, the air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of Cretan cuisine. Paraskevas and Sofiya had prepared the ingredients for our cooking class, leaving just enough for us to feel involved in the creation of our meal. We chopped, stirred, and seasoned under their watchful eyes, learning the secrets of Cretan cooking.

The highlight of the culinary experience was the olive oil, produced right there on the farm. Paraskevas shared his knowledge of the oil’s production, its flavors, and its importance in Cretan culture. As a parting gift, he presented us with travel-sized bottles of the precious oil, a gesture of generosity that left a lasting impression.

As I boarded the train back, the sun setting over the Cretan hills, I reflected on the day’s experiences. The warmth of the people, the richness of the culture, and the beauty of the landscape had left an indelible mark on my heart. It was a reminder of why I cherish these slow journeys, where every moment is savored and every story is treasured.