Patmos

“The first time I landed on Patmos, I was struck by the beauty of the island, its starry crescent shape. On a scooter, it’s a rodeo on the roads, between sky, wind and sea.

You burn a candle in the cave where St. John the Evangelist wrote the Apocalypse, then drive to the top of the island, the maze of the old town and its monastery.

Miracle: the white-winged windmills had just been repaired.”

Patmos, Greece