didn't describe this little farming village. It didn't take long to
get several of the photos that I had so wanted to capture. And, the
people were so friendly!
Soon upon arrival
was a private touring of the old wooden church. The paintings were
especially interesting. In Hell, you could see how some people suffered.
It looked like devils enjoyed using farm equipment on sinners. And,
if you wanted the ultimate suffering experience, there were paintings
on how to impale a sinner. There were four groups depicted that were
certain for Hell. They were Turks, Arabs, Gypsies, and � not Americans
� but Jews. I guess there was not a lot of acceptance of those different
back in 1604.
more than almost any place I'd ever seen in Europe, held a strong
belief in traditional ways. On Sunday, people dressed up in their
best and promenaded to church. And, their Sunday best, included colorful
skirts, white blouses, and bright scarves. But, their most beautiful
tradition was their woodwork. Many villages as well as homes had elaborately
carved gateways (poarta) where size did matter. Size of your poarta
indicated family wealth and status in the community.
The duty of
guide in Poienile Izei fell on the shoulders of 14 year old Pertu
Dunku, the member of the family at the guesthouse who spoke the most
English. Part of his tour was to his 73 year old grandmother's farm.
Grandmother lived up the side of the mountain in a two room cabin
that was eighty years old. She was definitely a creative woman. The
house was filled with her embroidery work. In the main room, walls
and ceiling both were stenciled. She did what she could to make her
humble abode warm and charming. And, she certainly succeeded. Ever
the gracious hostess, Grandma served some of her home brew. It was
the local favorite brew called "horinca". The region was famous for
it and it seemed that most households made their own. Grandma had
over 100 liters in her second room. I didn't see the barrels on the
first visit to the room because of the embroidery. Out in the barn
she showed where there were huge barrels for distillation. So much
work for something that tasted so awful!
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