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                                                                                                 There are places that welcome
              CRAFTED                                                              you, and then there are places that seem to be
                                                                                   waiting for you. Somewhere on the untouched
                                                                                   southern edge of Crete, embraced by the gen-
                                                                                   tle sway of tamarisk trees and the salt-scented
              BY NATURE,                                                           breeze of the Libyan Sea, lies a retreat that
                                                                                   doesn’t shout to be noticed. It simply exists—
                                                                                   quiet,  warm,  timeless.  Here,  nothing  demands
                                                                                   your attention, yet everything holds it. You ar-
              LIVED                                                                rive not just to escape, but to dissolve—into
                                                                                   the light, the landscape, and a slower rhythm
                                                                                   of being.
                                                                                   The  accommodations  don’t  merely host  you;
              BAREFOOT                                                             they  inhabit you. Designed  to  feel  more  like
                                                                                   sanctuaries than rooms, every suite blends into
                                                                                   the natural surroundings like driftwood upon
                                                                                   the shore. Earth tones, handwoven textures,
              At Numo Ierapetra, where the mountains                               open-plan spaces, and private plunge pools
                                                                                   welcome the outdoors in, creating an atmo-
              touch the palms and every sunrise feels like                         sphere of gentle luxury. Whether it’s the peace-
                                                                                   ful escapes with wide-open terraces shaded by
              a well-kept secret, laid-back luxury unfolds
                                                                                   tamarisk trees or the Evergreen Suites where
              in harmony with nature’s quiet rhythm—an                             olive-green accents echo the gardens beyond,
                                                                                   each detail is intentional. There are no superla-
              adults-only retreat shaped by serenity and sun.                      tives here, just pure, grounded design that al-
                                                                                   lows the natural world to breathe around you—
                                                                                   and within you.
                                                                                   Mornings arrive with little ceremony—only the
                                                                                   quiet rustle of palms and the rhythmic hush of
                                                                                   the sea. You make your way to Tamarisk, the
                                                                                   all-day beachside restaurant, where breakfast
                                                                                   feels more like a Cretan ritual than a meal. Lo-
                                                                                   cally baked bread still warm from the oven, wild
                                                                                   thyme honey drizzled over thick yoghurt, or-
                                                                                   anges that taste of the sun, and eggs prepared
                                                                                   just  for you  as you  gaze across the  shoreline.
                                                                                   It’s not about indulgence—it’s about presence.
                                                                                   Food that tastes of place. Of here.
                                                                                   As the day drifts on, you might lose track of
                                                                                   time  between  dips  in  the  saltwater  pool  and
                                                                                   slow, sun-dappled walks through gardens filled
                                                                                   with native herbs. Lunch calls you back to
                                                                                   Tamarisk’s open kitchen, where chefs recreate
                                                                                   Greek classics with soul and simplicity—grilled
                                                                                   octopus, heirloom tomatoes, sharp feta, olive
                                                               From sunlit breakfasts   oil pressed from local groves. There’s no rush,
                                                               by the sea to design-
                                                               led dishes and      no schedules. Only the soft rhythm of appe-
                                                               signature cocktails   tite, breeze,  and sunlight.  Evenings at Menoa,
                                                               under the stars, Numo   though, bring something different. Something
                                                               Ierapetra turns every   unexpected. A fusion of Mediterranean famil-
                                                               taste into a moment,   iarity and Peruvian surprise—ceviches kissed
                                                               and every moment
                                                               into a memory.      with citrus, flame-grilled meats, and umami



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