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When you live abroad, or even just travel, the first question people usually ask you will be “where are you from?”. This is always a bit of a tricky question for me because, although I am from France, the place I call home is far from where I was born and where I grew up (if you think in the classic meaning of it, anyway). No, the place I call home is the place that stole my heart when it was still probably the size of a nut – and I the size of a decent roasted chicken. Lucky enough, it also is probably the best Greek island one can visit.

Skopelos, emerald on the Aegean sea, named “The green island” for its abundant forests of pine trees covering round hills looking down on waters that go from crystal clear turquoise blues all the way to dark and deep greens.

Fisherman boat in the Harbour of Skopelos
Skopelos Harbour

Quite small – unfortunately, made famous by the movie “Mamma Mia” which was mostly filmed there – but with so much variety in beaches, landscapes, colors that one can never be bored.

Although traveling to the island requires quite an effort (and a use of pretty much every transport you can think of – plane, bus, and ferry if you take the shortest way), it is well worth it. Located between Skiathos and Alonissos (the other Sporades islands), Skopelos represents the perfect mix of both: touristy and animated enough to enjoy a good holiday, but quiet and authentic enough to offer the best of the Greek summer experience. When visiting, don’t fail to try the local Tiropita, nibble on grilled meat at a taverna or drink tsipouro by the sea.

Skopelos is the kind of place which, the minute you step foot on it, steals a piece of you, makes you hers, and somehow keeps you safe from the rest of the world. The kind of Island you might fall in love with, passionately. Every single inch of its land, its soil, its clay, breathes beauty and calm. Every hour of the day brings to the senses of who watches new amazement.

Armenopetra, beautiful beach in Skopelos
Amenopetra, Skopelos

I know that each time I get off the boat that leaves me on the port, I finally feel complete. I don’t know if I am a part of Skopelos, or if Skopelos is a part of me. Little of both I guess.

The port, the streets, the beaches, the olives trees, the hills smell of sun, peace, and happiness. Skopelos holds the kind of grace which can fill up a lifetime.

Not yet convinced that Skopelos is the best Greek island?

I am not the only one to say so, and here is proof.

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