We spent the morning and lunch with Liviu and Sica, his wife. We walked into town after discussing church affairs. I saw again the bullet holes in the walls of MacDonalds. No it was not a protest at one of America's least worthy contributions to globalisation. The holes were from the revolution which started here 20 years ago this December.
The weather was warm enough for us to dine out on the roof terrace of a top Romanian cuisine restaurant. Like Serbia, lagrge portions. Tripe soup followed by the best liver and bacon I have ever eaten. We rested after that. I did some sermon preparation for tomorrow and we had a pizza out with our host. Trabsylvanian dark beer is good.
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