Crete olive producers stand at the threshold of a new era of prosperity, if they could only grasp it.
I woke this morning with the afterglow of an unknown face burned into my cerebral cortex. Stirred from a lucid dream by the rare sound of barking by my Cretan Hound Mojito, I tried hard to recall the vivid imagery of dreamy fantasy. In the dream, a man dressed scantily in typical Minoan fashion stood […]
This past weekend Cretans mixed business and pleasure, which is a kind of tradition that will probably suit the post-pandemic era as well.