Sailing into Patmos, a quintessentially Greek island in the Dodecanese, a layer of stress easily melts away and we have not a care in the world. We tie up at the marina, and get ready to explore. It is September 11, 2001. My friends and I rent scrappy little mopeds and head out of town […]
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