Zorba was the brother of the Archipelago…its neighbour… The pebbles of the Aegean shores were a blind mirror to the wrong and bare reality to lovers of the blue…Zorba was the joyful sincerity of its Mediterranean neighbour….
“Happy is the man, I thought, who before dying has the good fortune to sail the Aegean sea.”
Nikos Kazantzakis, Zorba the Greek
Every breath is gratitude when at Mount Ida (Kaz Dağları)… gratitude that pours itself into a glass of Raki every evening; the friendly glass raised to your ‘neighbour’ on the other side of the water. He takes a sip of his Ouzo for you on his side, and you do the same with your Raki on your side. Nothing quite compares to the friends’ feast tables at the Aegean. Whatever you put on that table on any given day, it is a feast all the same.