On holiday you get the chance to contemplate about life and death. Some countries inspire you more than others to do so.
We are on Skopelos, a Greek island, that is not crowded with tourists anymore in September. We stay at a guesthouse called ‘Katerina’. Our view from the balcony is a small chapel.
When Katerina was six years old, her mother died. Her father built the chapel for her mother to have a continuous anchor of her existence. Seeing the chapel makes you think of her. I have not met the woman, but how loved she must have been… This is real Quality, Quality of life.