Only there was this voice at the foot of the big hill that was calling to Irene. For those passing by, Sapsila was just a hill overlooking the sea... For Irene however, it was a land that spoke to her heart. It was energy coming through the noise, awakening the world to reach the potential of its beauty. It was her paradise.
Although there wasn’t any money to spare, Christos made Irene’s wish to be his mission. And life found its way to respond to true love. The money for the land was found, but there was nothing left for a house. Mister Giannis Kamitsis, master builder, together with his son Christos, undertook themselves the construction of the family’s cottage on every weekend, holiday, evening and even on some nights. Stone by stone, beam by beam, every piece of material taken from Patmos’ old constructions and from whatever was hewed by the sea. “Every stone has a life” tells Christos “My job isn’t building with it; it’s finding it a place where it shall live better”. It took three years for all the stones, beams, doors and windows to find their place in that first cottage. It went by the name of Meropi. And when the chiseling of the wood and stone was done, Irene took over the decoration. She started embroidering the curtains, collecting furniture and decorative items, everything to follow Patmos’ tradition.
So, just as Christos, Irene and their oldest, Maria, where preparing themselves to enjoy their cottage, the first visitors where charmed by its beauty and the beauty of the land and asked to rent it. Christos and Irene couldn’t say no…
So that first building, made out of pure love, led to the idea of developing a small neighborhood: a refuge from the noise and vanity, a place to breathe, to reunite with life. A house to dream and find peace.
“What type of houses?” They would ask. “Little Arhontika (traditional manors)” Irene suggested. And so it happened. They built them, as they would have built their own house. Made stone by stone by Christos’ hand, getting bigger from night to night and from one holiday to another. Passion does not heed rest. Every stone was to become a whole world. Not a single corner was to look like another. In three years’ time another six Arhontika were finished, one next to the other. Like a family. Like soul mates. Like a constellation. So Christos and Irene thought of “Pleiades”. That is how the messengers of the summer and the winter gave their names to our refuge: ”Asteropi”, “Celaeno”, ”Taygeti”, ”Alcyone”, “Pleione”, “Electra”. In May 2003 theirs doors opened. Meanwhile the family got another little star in their arms: Sofia, the little teaser.