Meteoras

The nicest thing I saw on this trip was Meteoras. On the very pinnacle of these bizarre massive volcanic rock formations surrounding the tiny city of Kalabakas, are 6 monastaries, built by monks in the middle ages to escape from people and to protect themsleves from the Turks, who were not tolerant of their religion. The only way to access them was by cages hoisted up by ropes. I asked how did they know when it was time to change the rope, and they said God would let them know by letting the rope snap. Now, the only way to access them is by overpaying for a taxi.

The volcanic formations in the background of Kalabaka.

They built these monastaries to escape us for peace and quiet, and now that very idea has attracted swarms of tourists. If only they knew that all they needed to do was place a giant sign on their monastery, "Greek Monks: horny and ready for love."



The nuns lived here. Countless cages of down were hoisted up here in medieval times for their
sexy nightly pillow fights.

Monks that coughed during vows of silence.

Jimmy Smits and I having dinner in Athens. This day just kept getting more spectacular.