Our trek to Moldova began as our squad, of fifty, embarked from our hostel in Bucharest, to the North Bucharest train station. We hopped piled into our sleeper cars for our fourteen-hour train tide to Moldova. We spent the next day exploring Chisinau, the capitol. The next morning our team of six departed on our three-hour bus ride to Chadir-Lunga. We are in the southern tip of the country and about 5km from the Ukrainian boarder.
Some new cultural differences:
- Stray dogs make good guard dogs.
- It is perfectly expectable to let your kids poop in public.
- It is perfectly expectable for adults to pee in public.
- A bus is never ready to leave until the isles are full of people.
- Women sitting on cold concrete will become infertal.
We are working with a pastor, Yuri, who has a family with six kids and a church with ten members (kids not included). The four women on the team sleep and Yuir’s house and Layne and I sleep at his mother’s house. We call her Babushka, which means grandma in Russian.
