ROMANIA | Stejaris
As I have already told you, this month we are living in a small Hungarian village. It is absolutely picturesque with the rolling hills and various colors of green patches for crops. On most days we had to leave our little village walking a mile to the closest bus stop and hope that either a small white van (bus) would show or stick our thumbs side ways and pray that a kind stranger would pick us up. But on a few occasions we would get to stay in our humble abode and hang out with our dear neighbors. One of which is Eboya (meaning violet) well I guess Eboya-s seeing as there were three in the household (grandmother, mama, and young girl).
Carly was the one to meet Eboya first. She had gone out to get some much needed lettuce for our homemade tacos after we had already failed in getting it earlier that day. She went again to a different store and found that they had no produce and sadly decided to return home. Upon her departure she ran into the three Eboyas who told her that they had plenty in her garden. So they motioned for her to follow as they walked through the yard and the chicken pin to the garden. They proceeded to pull up lettuce, carrots, onions, and other things that we never got fully translated correctly. Carly, thinking she was going to have to pay for all of these newly found goods, started to tell them that she had plenty but they just kept pulling and putting it in bags. When they had finished, Carly pulled out the money ready to pay but as soon as she did, they all started telling her no, that it would be free. Estactic, Carly thanked, hugged, and kissed all of them as she headed out. But, before she could get out the multiple sets of gates they asked if she wanted a chicken. Carly gladly agreed to the offer and the Eboyas told her to bring herself and the three of us tomorrow for a full Hungarian feast with chicken.
That next night I was able to meet the famous Eboyas. They made us a wonderful meal and then invited us back over for a second night, and then a third night. We also were able to have them come over to our house.
By the time our month was over, the Eboyas had fixed us three meals, provided countless amounts of food, arranged a taxi to our next location, provided paper for printing tickets, and even left us with some Hungarian recipes for us all to try at home!
These once strangers, became our closest friends in our small little village. I pray that God continues to bless them for their giving spirit and that He sends more people to minister to them.
