Poseidon, YES!
I grew up on Long Island and absolutely took for granted how much the beach shaped my life and joy. It’s funny, then, that I ended up in the desert—landlocked—though I did score a 108-degree hot spring, which helps satisfy my deep connection to water and all its moods. Every stop on our nearly month-long trip (of which we’re 6 days in) to Greece is by the sea. Yesterday and today, we explored the coastline east and west of Nafplio and found a spectacular variety of beaches: some no wider than a few feet, where the water laps almost immediately at your feet; hidden coves nearly encircled by mountains, with only a narrow channel leading to the open sea; and beach towns that reminded me of the Hamptons or Freeport back on Long Island. One thing’s for sure—every beach seems to have at least one seafood restaurant offering the catch of the week, or even of the day. At Ira Beach, which has just one business—a little seafood taverna—there were a couple dozen fishing boats docked o...