When I'm choosing the perfect getaway I'm looking for a place where I can meet like-minded people, a place with breath taking weather, with culture and soul whether it be a warming surprise or a disturbing shock to the system... a place to get in touch with mother nature. In other words, a stimulating unknown paradise for the free spirit on a wild adventure. When I stumbled onto this boutique rustic hotel a few years ago I fell in love with the minimalist shabby chic rooms, the outdoor showers amidst the Aegean sea, the idea of salty moon-lit swims, and the peace that comes with lounging in a hammock under the glorious Mediterranean sun. Unfortunately this kind of paradise comes with a hefty price! I'll have to get my wanderlust fix elsewhere where the cheap sangria nights are aplenty and the rooms are cheap - but not so cheap the make shift door doesn't close and the sheets aren't infected with the last traveller's lice... been there. Until then I'll be dreaming about the white sand beaches and the salty perfume that blows through the West coast of Greece.