On the last day of a spring journey through Greece, a quiet farewell unfolds in the serene fishing village of Psathopyrgos — crystal waters, sea urchins, and a waterfront lunch of fresh white grouper, wild greens, and mussels pulled straight from the sea. A perfect memory sealed in salt, sun, and longing.

In the hidden heart of the eastern Peloponnese lies Limenas Geraka—a tiny Greek fishing village where time slows, boats sleep on shore, and tavernas hum with silence. One night turned into two, and still I wasn’t ready to leave.

Unplanned stop in Paralia Tyrou: quiet beachside homes, local food at the shore, and the calmest evening in the Peloponnese.

Paralio Astros blends seafront charm with history-soaked alleys and vivid village life. This post explores its restored facades, relaxed beaches, and the nearby Moustos Wetland Reserve—a quiet haven for a seaside stroll into nature.

Kiveri offers a tranquil seaside retreat with its serene beach, delightful marina, and a church rich in history and warmth.

As I touched the first finger of the Peloponnese, the town of Koroni revealed itself as a charming oddity—roof cats, lantern gnomes, alternative shopfronts and streets seemingly hurriedly whitewashed. A sleepy, creative town that shines quietly at sunset.

A nostalgic arrival in Lefkada brings memories of a lost boat, sights of hand-built wooden ships, and the unmistakable promise of fresh seafood in every coastal breeze.

Escaping the northwest’s grip, I was rewarded with a jaw-dropping coastal drive and a soulful welcome in Sivota—a pearl cradled by turquoise coves and stone-laced charm.

Back in Sagiada due to a longer stay in the northwest, I couldn’t resist returning to the same waterside taverna for another stunning sunset and a peaceful overnight by the shore.

A motorhome parts hiccup near Plataria strands me for a week—but the view, the village, and the ouzo make it feel like a blessing in disguise.

A visit to an authentic fisher house in Valle Canal Novo becomes a vivid time machine—unveiling centuries of lagoon life, hard work, and survival etched in clay and reed.

Parked beside fishing boats and a feline mural, I fried sardines, followed quiet waters, and listened to a town that doesn’t advertise its presence.