How I Stopped Staring Blankly at Meteora
I was standing in the courtyard of the Great Meteoron monastery, 400 meters above the Thessalian plains, when it hit me: I had absolutely no idea what I was looking at. The frescoes covering the walls—saints with halos, scenes of martyrdom, intricate theological symbolism—meant nothing to me. They were beautiful in the way that old … Read more