I was born in Arillas in 1973, and my world has always been the stretch of sand meeting the Ionian Sea, watched over by ancient olive groves and cypress-trees. But my real understanding of this place comes from a lifetime spent in my father's taverna. Growing up in my father's local taverna, the wooden chairs and checkered tablecloths were my playground, my classroom, and eventually, my workplace. From my days as a teenager running plates of moussaka to my life here today, I have watched the world pass through our doors. From sweeping floors as a boy to sharing a coffee with guests today, I have spent a lifetime observing the unique parade of people who find their way to our corner of northwest Corfu.
Arillas is more than a destination; it is a living community,Over the decades, I've come to know them not just as guests, but as distinct characters in the ongoing story of our village. Here are the seven types of travelers you're likely to meet here.
