Of all the islands we visited, Patmos felt the most comfortable.

We again skipped the tours to the big attractions. St John, Book of Revelations, monastery dedicated to same. Ancient city, ruins.

Instead, we strolled along the waterfront.

A tiny car. The tomb of St John the Evangelist.

A beach cafe served us our first Greek coffee. Delicious, strong with thick coffee sludge in the bottom of the cup. Even medium sweet was plenty sweet enough.

We wandered through a cemetery, where the graves were well tended, often covered with potted plants and various trinkets.

Could we imagine our younger selves living the digital nomad life here for some months? Yes indeed.