The island of the mythical homecoming, a deep sheltered harbour, two small fishing villages on the northern shore, coves reached only on foot or by sea and a green mountainous spine, read our guide to the most storied and least hurried of the Ionian islands.
Of all the Ionian islands, Ithaca has a name that has echoed for three thousand years as the destination Odysseus spent ten years trying to reach, and a landscape that has changed remarkably little since. Homer called it rugged, and rugged it remains: a place of olive terraces, cypress and holm oak, goat bells on the hillsides and a coastline folded into coves you can only reach by boat. With no airport or resort hotels, Ithaca has remained blissfully authentic.
Ithaca very much rewards the kind of traveller who is content to slow down. Days here have a simple shape. Mornings begin slowly on the terraces of our villas, with chef-prepared breakfasts to be lingered over. Take coffee on the Vathy waterfront or a quayside table in Kioni, and by midday, you could be spent swimming off a pebble cove reached by a skippered caique or walking through the pines. Evenings settle into a long taverna dinner with the boats knocking gently at their moorings.







