Think I have a nice one about a fisherman in Chios George.

In the winter he lived with his family in Athens, and in the summer he came to Chios and set himself up with a corrugated tin shed which was his home for the summer on the south coast right on the waters edge. He would then fish each day with his boat and any money he made was sent back to the family.
Inge and myself made friends with him, and I used to go out early morning with him fishing.
One day there was a religious festival on at a local village. He invited us to jump in the back of his open wagon, and took us to this festival. There was music, dancing and typical Greek boozing :-)
I wortked for polaroid at the time, and had bought with me loads of the latest polaroid instant film and the latest camera.
I was taking photo's and this nice greek man came up to me, and gestured me to his table - he didn't speak English. He gestured that I take a picture of him and family at their table in the square. I took several pictures of them, and the smile on their faces was a picture to behold. Anyway he shook my hand and I retreated back to our table and thought no more about it.
About ten minutes later, this person came along with a tray of food and a bottle of wine for us to eat and drink. I was taken aback, as I treated instant film as a normal event of the day, but obviously to him, he had probably never seen instant pictures before and It must have been mind boggling.
I think that says a lot about the kindness that greek people offered us whilst on holiday, and language or lack of it was not a barrier.
This was 30 years ago, and never has been forgotten.
Les