Karpathos

Yeah.

We should all go to Carpathos.

I guarantee it'll be a hit.

100%.

All mountain peaks and high headlands of lofty hills and rivers flowing out to the deep, and beaches sloping seawards, and havens of the sea are your delight.

Shall I sing how at the first Leto bare you to be the joy of men, as she rested against Mount Cynthus in that rocky isle, in sea-girt Delos, while on either hand a dark wave rolled on landwards driven by shrill winds, whence arising you rule over all mortal men? Among those who are in Crete, and in the township of Athens, and in the isle of Aegina in Euboea, famous for ships; in Aegae and Aresaie and Paparathus near the sea; in Thracian Athos and Pelion's towering heights and Thracian Samos and the shady hills of Ida; in Syros and Phocaea and the high hill of Otocaene; and fair-lying Imbros and smoldering Lemnos and rich Lesbos, home of Macar, the son of Aeolus; and Chios, brightest of all the isles that lie in the sea; and craggy Mimas and the heights of Corycus and gleaming Claros and the sheer hill of Isagia and watered Samos and the steep heights of Mycale in Miletus and Cos, the city of Meropian men; and steep Cnidos and windy Carpathos, in Naxos and Paros and rocky Rheneia.

So far roamed Leto in travail with the god who shoots afar, to see if any land would be willing to make a dwelling for her son.

But they greatly trembled and feared, and none, not even the richest of them, dared receive Phoebus, until queenly Leto set foot on Delos and uttered winged words and asked her, "Delos, if you would be willing to be the abode of my son, Phoebus Apollo, and make him a rich temple.

All mountain peaks and high headlands of lofty hills and rivers flowing out to the deep, and beaches sloping seawards, and havens of the sea are your delight.

Shall I sing how at the first Leto bare you to be the joy of men, as she rested against Mount Cynthus in that rocky isle in sea-girt Delos, while on either hand a dark wave rolled on landwards, driven by shrill winds, whence arising you rule over all mortal men? Among those who are in Crete, and in the township of Athens, and in the isle of Aegina and Euboea, famous for ships, in Aegae and Iresae and Paparathus near the sea, in Thracian Athos and Pelion's towering heights, and Thracian Samos, and the shady hills of Ida, in Syros and Phocaea, and the high hill of Autocane, and fair-lying Imbros, and smouldering Lemnos, and rich Lesbos, home of Makar, the son of Aeolus, and Chios, brightest of all the isles that lie in the sea, and craggy Mimus, and the heights of Coricus, and gleaming Claros, and the sheer hill of Isagia, and watered Samos, and the steep heights of Mycale, in Miletus and Kos, the city of Meropian men, and steep Cnidos, and windy Carpathos, in Naxos and Paros, and rocky Rheneia, so far roamed Leto in travail with the god who shoots afar, to see if any land would be willing to make a dwelling for her son.

But they greatly trembled and feared, and none, not even the richest of them, dared receive Phoebus, until queenly Leto set foot on Delos, and uttered winged words, and asked her, Delos, if you would be willing to be the abode of my son, Phoebus Apollo, and make him a rich temple.

For no other will touch you, as you will find; and I think you will never be rich in oxen and sheep, nor bear vintage nor yet produce plants abundantly.