The western Asterousia Mountains spread lonely up to the edge of the plain of Messara. They start smoothly and peacefully, seducing the visitor, bringing him to unknown places, to the trackless lonely areas which in older ages became the hermitage of anchorites; and these areas are now an endless silent neigbourhood.
The steps of the visitor in this soil bring the feeling of walkind towards eternity; they are steps in the unending paths of time. In this peaceful land the dorp Listaros is built.
