Our guests are invited to experience the true meaning of the Greek word philoxenia – literally translated as the act of being a “friend to a stranger” – the timeless act of hospitality and care shown to visitors. Immersed in Rhodes’ history, the hotel’s name is inspired by a local myth – a story of enduring love set in the cataclysm that was the siege of Rhodes by the Ottomans in 1522.
It was not difficult for Niraeus to find his folk…Stepping softly, he stood before them in the cemetery. “My son be careful”, said Anastasis, “Rhodes reeks of gunpowder and tar”. It may have been dark, but his amulet shone. He saw the knife about to be nailed … The hand hauled the amulet, which took a circular course… and fell to the ground.
On the trees, on the walls of the house, on the ground, he saw a blue light… Anastasis brought a lantern as they both searched the orchard. “Uncle Anastasi. Come on, here, here! Look, on the ground!” “I don’t see anything, my child. Perhaps only you see it.” Rhodes is burnt. Outside, the conquerors trample, smash and loot.
Niraeus looks at the boat’s sails as he stands by the handrail. Sofoula put a painting in his hands. “Look, here is the gate of St Athanasius. Here is the church, go forth, turn left, and there is your home, on your left. You should come back to look for your talisman … the blue jewel.”