My Big Fat Greek Cruise: Patmos

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Our next port of call was the Greek Isle of Patmos. Our first view of Greece almost brought tears to my eyes. The water was the deepest, yet brightest blue I have ever seen...almost purple. Patmos was everything I pictured.....white houses with blue doors, fishing boats, men sitting around drinking ouzo (ahhh, makes me homesick for Papoo), and everything perched high up on the cliffs..I was surprised that the Islands really look like big brown rocks jutting out of that incredible azure water. We even found ourselves a taxi driver that looked like a long lost Moskonas Uncle. We headed up to the Cave of John the Apostle..the cave in which John was exiled to and received the book of Revelations from Jesus. ..it was appropriately holy and cavelike. I couldn't help but think,...if you are going to get exiled, not a bad place to be....although I doubt that biblical Greece ran gyros up to his cave when he needed a rest from his writing. We grabbed our little Moskonas-esque taxi driver and went to the top of the cliff to visit the Monastary of St. John. Very beautiful, we even spotted a Greek monk with long black togs and beard who looked like he had just stepped out of the bible. Unfortunately, he did not look like he was in the mood to have his photo taken.
The girls were much more enthralled by the local supply of cats and dogs, than any religious relics or cliff top views....c'est la vie.

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