After visiting Monemvasia many years ago, we headed north along the mountainous coastline to explore the small, less-touristic villages. With a paper map in hand, we followed a narrow, winding, country road that led us to the pint-sized Port of Gerakas. Aside from a slight delay due to a herd of goats blocking the road, we found our way to the port with relative ease.

Upon entering the Port of Gerakas, a paved road wide enough for one car to pass led the way into town. The one-lane road ran alongside a wetland that gradually opened up to a small bay. On my mind was the fear that we’d meet another car coming from the opposite direction. Who backs up first, and where? I didn’t relish the thought of us ending up in the Bay. Thankfully, no car came.

Once we parked, my mind quickly settled. I found myself completely smitten with this quintessential Greek fishing village, with its stone and white-washed homes, calm blue waters, fish tavernas, and seaside Café.

Back in Monemvasia this past October, we couldn’t resist revisiting Gerakas. We wondered if the village had changed over the years. This time, instead of a paper map, we used Google Maps to guide us to the village. Wouldn’t you know, despite the latest technology, we got lost in a maze of roads in a small town along the way. After a bit of frustrating effort, we finally made our way out of the town and got back on the right track.

When we arrived at the Port of Gerakas, it looked just as we remembered it, scary one-lane road and all. And once again, I was smitten with this tiny village by the bay.