|Jane's white knuckles; horse cart|
|Jane and Gail decline menudo..at first|
|Tin roof on new construction|
Passed through the city of Bistrita, made it to the other side and checked in at the Sherrif Motel, not to be confused with the Old Sherrif Hotel next door. We were the only folks there as we checked in, and selected our room just as Valentin, a photographer for a Romanian travel site (www.bookingnow.ro) arrived to take photos of the hotel's rooms. As we chatted about our various travels, he offered to show us pictures of some of the places we were planning to visit and might plan to visit, so we joined him in the lounge for our own private virtual journey. We talked about old traditions in the north of the country.... when a family has a young daughter they decorate a bare trees with colorful pots. When the daughter is finally of an age to marry, all the pots are red, and that's how you know! Went on to religion, and skirted poltics, which would have taken the whole evening. As we sat, the empty hotel filled with two busloads of Italian and Romanian kids on an intercultural excursion. Though it could be a long night, we thank Valentin for a great afternoon.