To ensure everyone’s safety and wellbeing, we ask that participants have been fully vaccinated against Covid-19 when attending the retreat. Attendees will have access to a plentiful garden on the premises. Throughout your stay, you’ll have access to our swimming pool and private beach.Īcclaimed local chefs cater all meals, providing a hearty Mediterranean diet of freshly-caught fish, regionally-sourced vegetables, and locally-pressed wine. Participants will be housed at Rosemary’s House and another luxury villa down the road. (Single rooms are also available upon request.) Fresh linen and clean bedding provided in each room at the beginning of the retreat. We invite you to make yourself at home in our beautiful shared accommodation on Olive Beach. The journey is about one hour by car.įeel free to contact us if you have any questions or need assistance. We provide complimentary airport transfer from the local airport Thessaloniki (SKG). It rests between the villages of Nikiti and Marmaras, perched on a cliff that overlooks the Aegean Sea.
Mememememememe.Rosemary’s House is located on Halkidiki’s second peninsula, Sithonia.
I long to come home, but now, I will always come home to my family as a visitor, and that weighs on me, reverts me back into the teenager I was, but instead of insisting that I want everyone to leave me alone, what I want now is for someone to beg me to stay. But now that trying to become someone on my own is no longer something to dream about but just my ever-present reality, now that my former conviction that I had been burdened with the responsibility of taking care of this household has been revealed to be untrue, that all along, my responsibilities had been negligible, illusory even, that all along, our parents had been the ones watching over us-me and my brother-and now that I am on my own, the days of resenting my parents for loving me too much and my brother for needing me too intensely have been replaced with the days of feeling bewildered by the prospect of finding some other identity besides “daughter” or “sister.” It turns out this, too, is terrifying, all of it is terrifying. How strange it is to return to a place where my childish notions of freedom are everywhere to be found-in my journals and my doodles and the corners of the room where I sat fuming for hours, counting down the days until I could leave this place and start my real life. “Whenever I’m home for a few days, I start to feel this despair at being back in the place where I had spent so many afternoons dreaming of getting away, so many late nights fantasizing about who I would be once I was allowed to be someone apart from my family, once I was free to commit mistakes on my own.
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