In 1975, my wife-to-be and I, fresh from university and on our first vacation together, rented a tiny Fiat 500 and drove thorough Crete. As we would come to each tiny village, the sound of the car’s motor would bring people flying out of their homes, gesturing us to stop and visit with them. In restaurants, as soon as they found out we were from “outside”, they wouldn’t accept money for our meals and would even pack us food and wine to go!

My uncle is from Crete, and heaven help you if you should express a liking for his figs or pears; he’ll surprise you at the airport on your way home with bags full of fruit and  spirits!

So this video from Crete Tourism really brought a tear to my eye. I sure hope it’s still like this: