Once I knew this word picture, I never forgot the Greek word for thanks, and I tried to remember to use it as much as possible.
We met several Greek folks in Pangiouda that embodied grace to us and for whom we say "Efcharisto!"
First, this bakery owner who greeted us with a huge smile each morning! And another one each evening when we came by for gelato!
Second, our wonderful hosts at the Cosmopolitan. They were always quick to offer directions, invite us to local events, and do some handyman fixes in our rooms. They treated us like friends more than customers. We hated to say goodbye.
And lastly, the "Olive Oil Lady." She owned a store selling items made of local olive wood. When we first met her and she asked where we were from and where we were staying, she said "I will make you some cake and pies this weekend." We told her we would be gone early on Saturday and Sunday, so she surprised us by delivering homemade goodies to our hotel EXTRA early! She baked for us again the next week just out of graciousness. I know this isn't communion bread, but I was reminded of the eucharist and efcharisto.
She came by the following morning just to say goodbye. There were hugs all around.
Efcharisto, indeed!
