This is a story about BLATO, a big-hearted small town! If the God Almighty had singled out a special place to rest when creating the world, it must have been exactly here.

All the beauties, wonders, qualities, scents, charms and mysteries of nature and the spirit have been bestowed upon this small place on Earth. A green-blue soul bathed in the crystals of the sea foam lying in the shadow of olive and pine trees, the bitter taste of the carob bean, the sweet taste of a cracked fig, the scents of the fruit of the knotty, cracked vines… Nowhere is the stone of the unending stretch of stone fences so full of scented warmth as here, nowhere is the shake of the wrinkled hand of the host so friendly and firm as here, nowhere is the faith so sincere and profound, nowhere will you see such pride and eminence as you will here… in BLATO.