Somewhere in the blue expanse of the Saronic Gulf, between the Peloponnese and Attica, lies an island that resists modern times – Hydra. An island that has banned cars and stress; here, there are no engines roaring, and people don’t rush. Instead of sirens and traffic lights, you hear waves, church bells, the clatter of hooves, and whispers of history. But Hydra is not just a picturesque postcard…
