Celebrating the stories, memories, and bonds that make Creta Maris feel like home—generation after generation!

"Creta Maris, for us, feels like home." 

It’s a simple sentence, yet within it lies the essence of what makes Creta Maris truly special. For many of our returning guests, the resort is far more than a holiday destination. It’s where familiarity greets them at every corner, where faces have names, and memories live in every step. 

Some arrivals come with a ritual: suitcases still unopened, they head straight out—not to the beach or the buffet, but to embrace the people they now call friends. Because here, the bonds built over sunlit summers and evening conversations haven’t faded with time. They’ve only deepened. 

There’s a young mother walking hand in hand with her daughter through the same bungalows she once ran past as a child. Her first visit was in 1995. She was five then—just like her daughter is now. "I want my daughter to tell me one day how beautiful her holidays were in Creta Maris," she says, her voice tender. "Then she will bring her kids, and this will go on for generations to come." 

It’s in stories like these that the soul of Creta Maris truly lives. Over the years, we’ve shared laughter, celebrated milestones, and held space for quiet moments of reflection. 

Here, faces have names. Nikos, Maria, Fotis—what others might see as staff, our guests know as friends. These are the people who remember birthdays, who ask about your family, who welcome you back with the same warmth every time. It’s in these everyday encounters that something deeper forms: a bond built not on formality, but on familiarity and care. Our guests return not simply because of what we offer—but because of how we make them feel. Like they’ve come home. 

As we celebrate 50 years, we honour the countless moments made together—the embraces, the conversations, the traditions passed from parent to child. Thank you for choosing to grow with us, year after year. 

And for many, returning isn’t a decision—it’s a feeling. A gentle pull to something known and trusted. A place where time slows down, and the heart remembers. A place to return to, again and again. 

This is Creta Maris... A place to return to... A place to belong.