As a student in Greece I spent a Greek Easter holiday on the island of Patmos. That’s the island where the Apocalypse of St. John happened and there’s an important monastery there now. You can probably imagine what Easter might be like there. Problem was, there were no hotels or pensions in the village near the monastery.
We found a room with Mrs. Eirene in her home and, because it was Easter weekend, the entire village was fasting and there was virtually nothing available to eat. We survived on Mrs. Eirene’s Easter biscuits and a few pickles. This was just perfect because I know this enhanced our experience of the Easter ceremonies. By Sunday, we had been adopted not only by Mrs. Eirene, but by others in the community and enjoyed a truly memorable Easter lunch with all of them.