Summer noon, somewhere in Central Crete. You just drove by the sign that says “Agios Ioannis.” A few meters further on, you stop. You turn off the engine. You get out. To the left and right on the horizon, Talos and Ida, two mountain ranges standing proud and bathed in light, guardians of the Mylopotamos valley. As you’re standing, after a minute or two since you stopped, you realize that the engine’s sound was the last noise you heard. Here, where once King Zeus was raised before conquering Olympus, today’s the reign of peace and tranquility. Nassibe awaits you…
