By Matthew Milliner

Around midnight in the moon-lit cobblestone courtyard of the Prodromos Monastery at Mount Menoikeion, a student and I were sitting outside taking advantage of the wifi signal that we’ve managed, somewhat ambivalently, to install.  A solitary nun walked by with her prayer beads, and gently asked what we were doing.  After explaining what we were up to, she smiled and said in a light Greek accent, while gesturing to the sky, "I’m trying to access the other internet."