Getting to Naoussa

There was nothing in sight at the train station, so after a connecting train we got a bus into Naoussa, a small village. The man who adopted us payed for our bus tickets and then took us to a cafe and we had breakfast together. Then he phones the contact number that we had for "Magda" - the sister of the man my Dad knew back home. She said:"Come,come!". They live in an even smaller village, so we had to take another bus. The village was literally a hill with about fifty houses built on it. Magda came running out of her house and down the stairs, and straight into our arms, like we were long lost family. She kisses us both on both cheeks, and then took us inside for tea and cake.