I fell in love with Greece because of its beautiful language. During my first trip, I couldn't understand a thing, so spending a night at a bouzouki club was a magical fantasy of haunting melodies and luscious sounds. (Many of these experiences are recorded in my novel, "Amirosian Nights.")

For several summers I dragged friends and family to Greece with me. My trips always included a few evenings in the Plaka, the area of Athens below the Acropolis that has the most bouzouki clubs.

Later I spent a year on Rhodes teaching English at a language-school. A decade after my first trip, I finally returned to Kalymnos, which is the island I used as a fictional model for "Amiros."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
 
 

The King of the Plaka