Bucuresti was fun, but it wasn’t why I went to România. România is a beautiful country with lots to do and see, but they weren’t why I went either. Târnăveni, my second home in my heart, was the reason.
I haven’t kept in touch like I wanted. I didn’t accomplish all that I wanted…but it was never about me. That became abundantly clear once I let go of my fear of being a stranger in a place so important to me. I wondered if people would remember me, I wondered if people cared…because oh how I do! I pray for the people, for jobs and prosperity…and my soul hopes for the best.
It didn’t occur to me that my people there, and I say “my” because I love them, felt the same. It’s been 7 years since I walked those streets. 7 years! And people stopped to talk as I drank my coffee on the terasa, the woman at my hotel asked me about life at breakfast, families of students shared stories and where the kids are now, and I was treated to A LOT of food and drinks!
I cannot tell you how blessed I am to have gotten the chance to go back. I can’t bring myself to type some of the kind things said to me about what it meant to them that I came back and how I loved their kids and them. I did, I do! They loved me well back then and for the past 3 days! I’m forever grateful!