Guy Needham explores heavenly Greek monasteries
Vasillia gently touched my arm and leant in. "You are an Orthodox at heart," she whispered, her eyes lighting up. "Yes, yes, I can see it inside you!" For the first time in my life I had to disappoint a nun.
Upon learning of my Protestant upbringing, Vasillia feigned disappointment. "Ahh, we all have our crosses to bear!" she laughed, her round face beaming.
We were standing in the nave of the Monastery of Agios Stefanos, gazing up at a fresco of the Second Coming of Christ. Vasillia was handing out candles.