Like a Van Gogh painting, this place. A yellow horizon, an unfulfilled Love, a bright explosion of admiration: The myth of the Sunflower.

According to the Greek mythology, Helios and  Nympth Klytie had an epic romance. But it didn’t last for too long because goddess Aphrodite wanted to take revenge from Helios because he revealed her affair with god Aris. So, she made him to fall in love with beautiful Leucothoe. Helios and Leucothoe became lovers. This made Klytie so jealous that she told Leucothoe father’s about her relationship with Helios. He punished her to death by bearing her alive. Klytie, was punished, too. Helios abandoned her and never looked at her again. She tried to starve to death, but Helios transformed her into a flower, known as Heliotrope or Sunflower. It faithfully turns its head always to look longingly at Helio’s chariot of the sun.  Klytie’s love and adoration didn’t change, she follows Helios.


A strip of land, before we sink into the flaming Thessalian plain, is enough to aτtrack the eye and light up our route. It makes the eyes smize and the face sweeten. It gives meaning to our trip.

Not a slim line, not an elegant but a rough and coarsely cut flower that emits so much beauty and so much light that it causes an explosion of emotions. Nature.  A sunflower.  Hundreds of sunflowers.

They challenge you to fall in their laps, steal some of their sparkle! They invite you to dance with them, because you know the sunflowers dance. They dance around the sun, who casually casts rays of light on them and they follow him, look him in the eye as he climbs high and turn their back on him when his sunset begins.

Small strips of land in the middle of nowhere, high hopes there in the middle of nowhere. Yellow Horizons. Strong Loves. Sunflowers travel.