“We were strolling down a side street in Itea, Greece, when a fellow on a bike slowed down, and asked us if we were American. We said yes and he jumped off his bike and motioned us to follow him, pointing to a church, so we reluctantly did.
A woman was just leaving, and indicated it was closed. There was another woman inside, the caretaker, who yelled at the man, obviously telling him to get out! He responded in kind, and I managed a quick photo before she slammed the door in our face. The man was apologetic, we said our goodbyes and he went off on his bike.
But as we neared the ship, he rode up on his bike with a tiny bunch of flowers for me.”
—Judith Wendt, Minneapolis