The afternoon sun was beginning to fade as we made our way along the winding road to the mountain village of Ano Meros.
“This is the village—we walk in the village,” said Elsa with a playful smile on her face as she pulled her car into a small spot at the entrance of the village.
As we began our walk through the narrow lanes, we could hear bells in the distance, a sign the sheep were coming in from their daily adventure in the surrounding hills.
“Tell us more about your parents and growing up in the village,” we asked Elsa.
“They didn’t need many things,” she replied simply. “They just ...