This is where Taylor Swift holed up with Travis Kelce during her secret Athens trip: report
The pop star filled a "Blank Space" with a short stay at (or near) Glyfada's only resort
The One&Only Aesthesis resort in Glyfada is where it all went down.
The wedding of a buddy of Taylor Swift’s beau Travis Kelce, that is.
This sprawling space is situated on a sprawling parcel of land on a peninsula that juts into the Saronic Gulf — you can see the island of Aegina, long ago a rival to ancient Athens, across the water. The resort opened quietly a couple years ago following a ribbon-cutting ceremony where Prime Minister Mitsotakis spoke in faultless English about benefits to the economy of bringing more high-end tourism developments into Greece, of which Aesthesis — think aesthetics, etymology aficionados — is a prime example.
Swift arrived in Greece by private jet (obviously), and according to some reports actually stayed on a boat close to the hotel — something we were not able to confirm and frankly consider unlikely. The Aesthesis is a compound-like resort, very secure, and essentially sealed off from the actual town of Glyfada. In fact, its construction blocked easy access to scenic stretch of “urban” beach.
That said, we don’t think it likely the high-profile pair (Swift+Kelce) would choose Aesthesis for their own nuptials. Not when there actually more exclusive and/or more stylish places.
Even if they were docked offshore, it’s likely someone would have booked for them one of the bright and airy seaside bungalows as a back-up. They channel the vibe of the 1960s when these kinds of hideaways shielded the likes of Maria Callas and Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis from the paparazzi. From the terraces of many of them you can jump right into the sea — although they probably didn’t, as the water’s still cold and it’s jellyfish season.
A recent site inspection of our own sadly left no time for either unwinding at the Guerlain spa or to dine, but Chef Ettore Botrini’s “playful, inventive twist on Greek cuisine through an Italian lens” at the Ora restaurant looked promising. Feasting on forkfuls of beef battuta — Piedmontese beef with Toscana pecorino cream, Greek truffle, and spinach — over a bottle of red wine from the ancient Nemea vineyards near Corinth, one could almost forget about things like war in the Middle East or blanket coverage of Taylor Swift’s coded messages to her aging Kansas City flame.
