Is it terrible to have a deep desire to luxuriate and relax in Greece? Especially during such an inopportune time for the Greeks? I wouldn’t file this under ‘disaster travel’ (hunting for opportunities afforded in the wake of a major meteorological or terrorist incident) but it’s a bit of a vice.
I can’t help it though. Ever since the first time I went to Greece in the late ’90s I’ve been in love with it. And at the time I wasn’t even seeing the crème de la crème of the islands. I was–like the Blur song “Girls and Boys” implied–”following the heard down to Greece,” or Kos to be specific. And what awaited was a Euro-mélange of a party and hookup scene.
Still, I found one opportunity to get away and visit a beautiful cove in the middle of the night. I got to see the sun rise over Rhodos and set over Bodrum, Turkey.
Ever since I’ve been keen on getting back. And it’s not as if life in Greece is at a standstill–hospitality-wise. The New Hotel opened about a half a year ago in Athens.
Designed by Fernando and Umberto Campana (it’s their first hotel project), the vibrant and arty 79 room property is located next to the Acropolis and its new museum.
I’d love to stay there for a few days and take in all the rich art and architectural history and then hop over to one of the islands for a decompression sojourn. On the Rocks in Santorini would suit just fine.


