The dawn meets me in the forest, between Lampou Mylous village and Kallonis Gulf. Longing for the waking of the birds at the salt-pits…but the landscape's beauty tempts me oppressively…The small hills of the sea-salt on the land reflect the Aegean saltiness and the song of the reeds competes the birds' one…Numerous birds, of various species, lure the sun in a crazy dance over earth and sea…

    A secondary road guides me to Ayia Paraskevi…Riders wearing Kerchiefs on their head invite me to their land, to offer wine from their beloved vine-yards and their song… The day before the mowing comes and the farmers celebrate their patron-saint Ayios Charalambos : they choose a bull, put flowers on its head and then they bring the blessed animal to the village's square with the accompaniment of the saint's holly icon and musical instruments…And after the bull's sacrifice, they will eat, drink and dance all together like brothers, celebrating for days and nights  before the harvest…starts.

    The sun has already risen in the sky guiding me : to the granaries, to the olive groves, pilgrim at the ancient temple of Messon and at the unpretentious churches, traveler at Napi village, at the stone-built bridge of Kremastis, at the post-Christian basilica of Chalinados and at Paleokastro site…Northwards Arisvi village with the gigantic pine-trees- the Tzoumaeli area - and next Kalloni's small town with the well-built mansions and shops, Areana, Papeana and Kerami with the narrow cobbled streets…

    Finally the coastal area of Skala Kallonis : the breakwater, the fishers' port, the taverns and the celebration of the fishermen under August's moon…Fertile land, heavily green and overgrown with numerous plants and herbs…Upper the Monastery of Panayia Myrsiniotissa with the few nuns, married to Jesus and the Holy Loneliness…