Met this kind lady in a remote village in a mountainous region of Zakynthos. Away from the hustle and bustle of the tourist areas, she opens her house serving tea and coffee to passers by. Her quaint little house is very welcoming, and the walls are adorned with pictures of her family. I pointed to one in particular that caught my eye, a black and white image of a handsome young man resting from chopping wood. Although her English turned out to be as good as my Greek (non existent), she could tell I liked it and her face immediately beamed. For it was her loving husband, who passed away recently. She opens her house in his honour, for he built it.