Saturday nights in the village

 

I should have posted about this night a few weeks ago, but my mind didn't seem to register that small fact.

But everything starts again tomorrow; we are all gathering to look ahead and begin once again running into the new things.

In a weird way I am feeling like I am stretching before a long race; something in me is craving all the newness of what I shall be learning.

Because year 2 of this Romania adventures starts officially tomorrow;  exactly a year since I arrived.

So here's to the

last minute BBQ we had,

and the talks until late into the night about school and life and God.

To jumpy cats, stupid youtube videos,

and good good friends of the Swedish, English, Zimbabwean and Romanian kind.

R/