Trust with no words

When we arrived at the bus station in Dubrovnik a woman in her 50s with very poor English approached us, offering to stay in her house. It is a popular custom in Croatia, to wait for tourists at the harbour or bus stations to offer accomodation in private homes. We decided to check it out- it seemed so much more intriguing and interesting to see a local home from the inside, how life goes in the "real" city, than to check in in a traditional standard hotel. She paid for our bus tickets, guided us into the walled city and we walked up several hundred stairs before arriving to her place. She fixed turkish coffee for us, brought cookies and took us to the roof, overlooking the city. How is trust developed? What makes it possible, for a modest middle aged woman to trust foreigners, not being able to communicate much because of different languages, to give us the key of her home, which means access to all she has? What makes it possible, that she leaves the home to go for more tourists, unconcerned by strangers staying behind? We only stayed a day, but in a strange way, we connected in deeper ways that words can build. When we were leaving, we hugged as I have hugged my closest friends, my family, those hugs that connect souls where there is total trust and open hearts. While I am unable to pronounce her Croatian name, and possibly would not recognize her face in a crowd next week, our brief interaction had the maximum intensity of human connection. There were not many words - yet we gave something to each other that I sense will not expire, a timeless experience, a lasting impact. What made that possible?