When somebody visits Rhodes (Rodos) for the first time, aware of the myth that sets her as the home of Helios, the sun god, they can’ t help but start with a good – or at least a favourable – disposition towards the island. And, in due course, when it is time to leave again, and by now in love with the place, no one can claim – or at least no one so far has – that this love affair has to do with anything other than the result of yet another mythical liaison which claims that Rhodes is none other than the child of Aphrodite, the goddess of love.

Simply put, the visitor’ s love for the island is the result of a relationship that was just bound to end like this, because Rhodes, the whole island, seduces in a series of inevitable ways, causing even the most dispassionate visitor at last, to fall.

There are so many of these inevitable ways, that it is hard to list them, so they appear as they are, a true reflection of the island’s beauty and not so much whimsical over-elaboration: rodos rodos rodos rodos rodos rodos rodos rhodes rhodes rhodes rhodes rhodos rhodos rhodos rodos island rodos island rodos island