November 19, 2017:
Let's live there.
Pack it up, buy a villa, spend our sunny days in Nafplio or Kalo Nero eating tzatziki and couscous and yogurt with honey, drinking ouzo and black beer and sparkling water, watching red sunset sparkle other water. Selfishly, permanently, riding out the end of the world in comfort, as the continents burn and the seas attack, as the methane rises and acid falls in dialog, in call-and-response.
We could. I could. I could go right now.
Dionysus god of wine, direct us!