Well, let me see....
In Romania,
The days are long, the time goes by slowly, and there are no plans---at least the ones that you know about.
In Romania,
You may meet a horse, a more than friendly cow, some chickens, a turkey or two, or more than a few chickens on the road---or not.
In Romania,
The mountains are green, the water is cool, and the stars at night are like a crazy dream.
In Romania,
You have to light the stove everyday with damp matches, use an outhouse when visiting new friends more often than not, wear your scarf and gloves to bed starting in September---but you can have Satellite TV of course.
In Romania,
There is no Harris Teeter or Walmart, but you can by nothing you need and anything you want at the "magazin-s" because they're Mixt and Non-Stop.
In Romania,
You should always take the road less travelled, lest you miss out on a single woodpecker making his mark in life or the thousands of varieties of nettles and flowers along the wild paths.
In Romania,
The language is not a barrier if you like smiling and waving to the train conductor by your front door or listening to and chatting with the other elders in the village after supper.
In Romania,
It's okay for your clothes not to match in public---at all---and to wear socks with sandals or chizme with a dress and an apron.
In Romania,
They like myce on the grill, tuica in a glass, and never do they miss a chance for ice cream.
In Romania,
The religiosity is palpable, refreshing, comforting, and real.
In Romania,
The land is a hodgepodge of timber, tin, tile, gardens, makeshift sheds, old time bridges, animal farms, lovely people, and churches.
In Romania,
Strangers become friends---and friends become family.
In Romania,
The wells are ancient---and they hold living waters.
