Vici is born to be a host! From the first messages online to a melancholic fairwell at the port of Serifos we had a wonderful stay in her beautiful studio. Having coffee and a great conversation on her terrace, Vici told us the story of her house (a fantastic architectural work with a modern, spacious floor plan and smart appropriation of local materials and building traditions) and how well Airbnb worked for her.
Nestled at the foot of the mounthill, a 3min walk down to the sandy beach, set on a lush landscape by a shady arbor with grape vines, juneberries trees, pomegranate, eucalyptus and olive trees, the writer’s home welcomes you to a place of peaceful respite. A real rural escapism overlooking the sailboats in the sea.
During July and August you could rent the entire building: the Writer’s Home together with the self-contained Guest-home. The space was finished in 2000. Taking cues from the Cycladic buildings’ original palette, the result would lead you to believe that it is an old remarkable build, excellently preserved.
Originally from Athens, Vici disembarked on Serifos in 1980. She promised herself to meet the locals, get to know them, make this island her place, be a local. And she pulled it off: Serifos is really her place now and you may easily consider her, a local. Since 2010, she guides The Writer’s Home & Guest-home to a sustainable place where human contact, homely care and attention to detail are redefining hospitality, and where hospitality is forging connections that link travellers to a place and its people.
The Greek sun and the Cycladic wind dries our washing and we enjoy the clean, fresh-smelling, hand-made cotton bed linen and towels. Founded on a deep commitment to the environment. This help us to keep up the vision for a green-friendly Serifos and achieve the goal for a sustainable hospitality.
More than 25 years ago, walking down the dirt road to Platis Gialos, I fell in love with Serifos: red soil and schist stones till the sea and in the shadow of the tamarisks, the flavors Nikoulias’ wife, the mother of many smiling daughters and sons had to offer. That same unforgettable autumn, I fell in love with a boulderstone in Rammos; some time later with