Monastery of St. John the Theologian
We waited about ten minutes for the Taxi Cabs from Hell to return. Gail, Grandma and I piled into one while Tyler, Gen and Mike got in the other. Luckliy for us the drive further up the mountain was less serpentine. Of course this let our driver open it up even more. With clear views on all sides of us I was less worried about someone pulling out in front of us or having Stavros forget that there was a left turn up ahead. Again he dropped us off vowing to return in a half hour. I kind of wished he had taken us a little further up the hill. Didn't they think about the tourists when they built these places?