My wife and I went on holiday to Crete about five years ago. We flew out there, and rented a car to drive around the island, renting rooms here and there as we travelled around.
Bear with me, there is a bit of bushy craftiness toward the end.
We arrived at a little village called Kato Zakros, where we got talking to a young man about renting a room for three nights. He put us in touch with someone who rented us a holiday cottage. Small, clean, two gas rings and a small fridge.
Well, knowing from experience that a steering wheel can get unbearably hot when the car is parked in the sun, I'd taken a pair of imitation pigskin gloves (cheap enough that I wouldn't cry if I lost them).
These really came in handy (pun intended) on the first morning when, we looked over the land around us and saw almond trees, pomegranate trees and prickly pear cacti.
Like Baden-Powel said: be prepared.
Breakfast and dinner: straight from the garden.
Supper: ouzo, retsina, locally produced red wine and raki, fresh fruit and veg, freshly caught fish.
My number: 7
Keith.