Then, as Duncan turned to leave, a future tenant drove by, with his arm around the son who would one day place him here, God willing. So, Duncan was sure, the driver wishes.
Duncan stopped next at a nearby dwelling, guarded by a fearsome beast.
As well he had to be. For look at the home he guarded!
The house next door differed somewhat.
And the next had in front a carriage of great style and class.
But immediately to the right, beside this fine house, three men stood over a fallen cow, all black and white and cowering. Duncan saw her try to stand up, no doubt to run away, as one of the men struck her repeatedly on the head with a short rod of iron. One of the men saw Duncan taking pictures, and started walking toward him and his camera. Duncan waved and departed, without taking a photo of the cow’s crisis. Some necessary acts of rural men are best kept on the farm.
For the first time since coming to Romania, Duncan wished he had been in New Hampshire, where he could have provided a powerful pistol to the executioner, that the beast not suffer so.
Further to the north the cell phone rang, shattering the fairy-tale mood, but netting Duncan an invitation from Nancy Sherman and her family to come over to Oradea for the afternoon. As it was still only 10:30, and as the GPS indicated 160 Km to Oradea, Duncan agreed to turn west, and go to see his new friends.
But the road west proved a slow one.
And it led through Dragu, where Duncan was unable to resist using his camera. For there were misty mountains,
and wild flowers,
haystacks and cornstalks,
And a beautiful church,
With some color of its own.
When at last Duncan reached the next paved highway, an hour had passed, and he was only 30 KM (20 miles) closer to Oradea. He called Nancy back, and sadly, they agreed to postpone the shared ride until next weekend. Duncan headed back for Cluj-Napoca, filled with the beauty and drama of his morning ride through Transylvania. And “home” was, in itself, a sight,
With its Renaissance details,
And its cozy courtyard flat,
replete with Duncan’s wash, hung out to dry.