We had a simple task today. Walk through the village, go door to door and invite the Gypsy people to church tonight. As we jumped out of the van into the rain, I had the sudden urge to use the restroom. Having no fear of asking someone if I can use their toilet, I handed my bag to Hannah and went ahead to the home of one of my new friends. As I knocked on Olga’s door I remembered, “She doesn’t speak English and I don’t speak Romanian.” I had only talked to her kids through drama.
She comes to the door and I motioned a sitting position. She offered a bench for me to sit on. I waved my arms “no”, at this point worried I’d pee all over her kitchen floor. I then squatted low on the ground and used my fingers to motion pee coming between my legs. Her mouth opened wide and she put her head back and laughed. I was excited to be going to the outhouse. We walked out the front door, went past the puppies, roosters and kitten and into the field of what looked like cow poop. I looked around and there was no outhouse. When she noticed the inquisitive look on my face she pointed to the grass. I knew that was my toilet.
