I love all things Greek, but by far am most enamored with the isle of Hydra. Wheeled transportation is prohibited, so all travel on the tiny island is by foot, or donkey, with hundreds of languid local cats sunning themselves everywhere. The boats unload at the harbor straight to the restaurants, from sea to kitchen to your plate in an instant. The sun, the sea, the seafood, citrus from the trees, the air scented with flowers and food, the tables at street side cafes filled with artists, musicians and travelers, elbow to elbow. Hydra sates all the senses and is Heaven.