Boutique Hotel · Contadora Island
Twelve Aegean islands.
One Pacific island.
One circle.
Pearl Islands, Panama
Welcome
There is an island in the Panamanian Pacific where, five hundred years ago, the pearls of an entire archipelago were counted. That is why it is called Contadora.
That is where you’ll find Villa Cyclades, a boutique hotel with twelve rooms. Each one bears the name of a Greek island and keeps a story to tell.
We are not here to fill your schedule. We are here to tell you things —of gods and fishermen, of pearls and pirates, of whales that cross half an ocean— and to leave you time to live them.
The Collection · I–XII
The Twelve Islands
You don’t choose a room. You choose the story you want to live.
See all twelve at a glance →
I / XII
Serifos
What the sea brings
Some islands you reach. To Serifos, the sea brings you.
On Contadora You reach Contadora by sea
II / XII
Tinos
The north wind
On Tinos, even the stones know where the wind comes from.
On Contadora The trade winds of the Panamanian summer
III / XII
Folegandros
The cave of names
Twenty-four centuries ago, hundreds of young people wrote their names in a cave. Some of them exist only there.
On Contadora A small, unhurried island
IV / XII
Amorgos
The Big Blue
There is a monastery on Amorgos that can only be seen from the sea.
On Contadora The reefs of the Pearl Islands
V / XII
Delos
The island that stopped drifting
Delos was a star that fell into the sea and drifted until someone needed it.
On Contadora The island where the pearls were counted
VI / XII
Mykonos
The island the world discovered
First came a pelican. Then everyone else.
On Contadora The pelicans and the Contadora of the ’70s
VII / XII
Santorini
The island given as a gift
Santorini was born from a handful of earth that someone threw into the sea.
On Contadora Sunset over the Gulf of Panama
VIII / XII
Paros
The lamp stone
From this stone came the Venus de Milo. From the sea of the Pearl Islands, the pearl of queens.
On Contadora La Peregrina, the pearl of queens
IX / XII
Ios
The poet’s riddle
They say Homer died on Ios because he could not answer some boys.
On Contadora The Contadora Group and the word peace
X / XII
Milos
What the islands keep
The Venus de Milo turned up in a field. Milos is still waiting for her.
On Contadora The buccaneers of 1685
XI / XII
Naxos
The crown in the sky
Ariadne was abandoned on a beach on Naxos. That same night, her fate changed.
On Contadora Dinner under the stars
XII / XII
Andros
The island of seafarers
The sailors of Andros crossed every ocean. So did the whales of Contadora.
On Contadora The humpback whales
Kyklos · the circle
Two islands at the center
The Cyclades take their name from the Greek kyklos, circle: they are the islands that ring Delos, the sacred island where Apollo, the god of light, was born. Contadora was the center of its own circle: the island where the pearls of all the others came to be counted.
Two islands in two seas, and one idea: a place everything returns to. And at the center, you.
Contadora Island
The island that counted pearls
You can cross it on foot in twenty minutes, yet it holds an enormous story: pearls that traveled to the crowns of Europe, pirates who lay in wait for Peru’s silver, and a peace initiative that bears its name.
The sea
Reefs, turtles and sandbanks that appear with the tide.
The whales
From June to October, humpbacks come to the Pearl Islands to give birth.
The history
Pearls, pirates and the word “peace.”
A year on Contadora
Each season, a different Contadora
January
The trade-wind summer
It’s the dry season. The trade winds blow from the north, the sky clears, and the sea cools: deep water rises to the surface, bringing nutrients, fish, and birds with it. The water is cooler and less clear, but the sea is more alive than ever. In 2025, for the first time in at least forty years, that cold sea never arrived; Smithsonian scientists are still studying why.
Tinos roomSunsets over the Gulf of Panama
All year round.
Santorini room
The villa’s table
Restaurant
The Aegean, served in the Pacific.
In the Mediterranean, the table is the heart of the home. In the Pearl Islands, the sea fills the pantry. Our kitchen brings the two together: the catch of the day, the island’s produce and the memory of Greek cooking, served without hurry.