"Apollo, god of Helios (Sun), was out on his daily trip, when his fellow gods decided to divide the world among them.
Greedy and hasty as they were, they forgot all about him. Not a single stone was left for his share.
On returning from his trip, he saw Rhodes, the daughter of Aphrodite, emerging from the sea, where she had been submerged up until that point.
When he learned of the injustice that had been done, he demanded that Rhodes be given to him.
Zeus, although already planning to keep her for himself, had no choice but to accept..."
This is how her beauty, the clear blue sky and the seashells found on the island's mountains are explained by mythology.
Rhodes' charm and location have always been the cause of her wealth as well as of all her troubles through the centuries.
Located in the middle of three continents, where seas and civilizations are connected, it has always been desired by persistent, yet not always kind, lovers.
Since 4,000 BC, Rhodes has been loved by Greeks, Romans, Byzantines, Arabs, Genoans, Pirates, Knights, Turks and Italians.
They all had their own way of showing their affection.
Today, we, the arrogant who claim Rhodes to be ours, and those who visit for a few magical days share her charm, wisdom and everlasting youth.
She, a beautiful and elegant hostess, makes each one of us feel special.