Most mornings we walk from the hotel/motel to the Isaiah Center. Each morning we pass by all kinds of Romanian houses. This one is my favorite. It has such a whimsical touch to it. And there's a little old man that lives there and tends to the yard and flowers. It's looks like a picture right out of a magazine!
And the people we see...groups of older people sitting on a bench out side their house, the dogs laying on the sidewalk or in the gateways, the cow grazing in the ditch, the morning trek of some from the market with horse and wagon. One morning the Christy, the girls and I were walking along and this work truck drove by. The guys in the truck had some serious horn-honking skill...we got cat-called in Romania! I know I stand out from a crowd, but I've really tried to keep a low profile.
Over the weekend our translators and Dave shared some history of the region with us. Turns out by bovine brothers & sisters were Hungarian just 60 years ago! Where we are in Tinca used to be part of Hungary before World War II. So this mile marker you see with Tinca at the bottom and Salonta at the top...Salonta is the Hungarian name of the town. Who knew? Now I do...
And the main roads...wow. See how it's paved in blocks. Most of it nowadays has been paved over, but the roads were paved in blocks. Blocks that were laid by slave labor during the war. I can't even imagine what that would have been like!