Paros, a Greek island located in the central Aegean Sea, is part of the Cyclades islands. These islands form a rough circle around the sacred island of Delos, where, according to Greek mythology, Apollo was born. Apollo is a super star in Greek mythology.
There is no easy way to travel from Patmos to Paros. Our journey to Paros began late Thursday night as we boarded the overnight Ferry to Athens.
The later night ferry is a unique and evocative experience. As midnight nears, the harbor in Patmos Skala glows with soft light. The massive Blue Star ferry looms at the dock, lit like a small floating city. At first, large trucks move out and into the big metal belly of the ship, followed by travelers who trickle aboard, rolling suitcases hurriedly across the gangway, ready to sleep through the sea crossing.
After boarding, you’re greeted by ship crew who guide you to your assigned cabin or lounge seat. If you’ve booked a cabin, complete with a bathroom and shower, you’re in for a private and restful night.
Time feels different aboard a night ferry—suspended, slower, almost dreamlike, a floating world. There’s little to see and nowhere to rush. We fall asleep quickly and wake up a few clicks from the dock in Athens Friday morning.
A waiting driver takes us to the Athens airport, where we arrive over an hour later. After a “Technical Inspection,” known to a passenger as a delay, Olympia Air changes planes ending in a 25 minute flight to Paros airport. A short time later we are delivered to the Cosme (https://cosmehotelparos.com/), a waterfront hotel resort on the Bay of Naoussa, just a short walk from the village of the same name.
After check in, some time to explore the hotel, and then to soak up some of golden sun (after applying 17 layers of sunscreen ). We learn that our boat excursion scheduled for the next day is cancelled due to high winds from the North. Some planning needs to be done.
We have dinner at Siparos, (https://siparos.gr/), a true dining experience. At Siparos, dinner is not a transaction — it’s a curated moment of Greek island life, filled with hospitality, sea air, and sensory pleasure. Whether you arrive in a blue linen shirt or dressed for a night out, the experience feels luxurious without ever trying too hard. It’s the kind of dinner that stays with you — not just for what you ate, but for how it felt to be there, in that golden, sea-swept hush of a Paros evening.
As the sun begins its slow descent over Paros, the island transforms into a palette of gold, amber, and rose.
There is no easy way from Patmos to Paros, but once here, Oh Boy!
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